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Post by Mikey on Apr 25, 2011 2:42:27 GMT -5
Samuel nodded and stood up, going to the kitchen barefoot and shaking his clothes out into the sink that Zoe had used. He turned on the tap to wash down the chunks of rotten meat or produce and tossed his cloths in the washer. Gently setting the lid down, he heard it start up and then washed his hands with the washroom sink.
Going back to the den, he took his seat back on the couch and reached down, picking up his socks and unrolling them.
“Things are lookin’ up.” He said, and saw what she was doing. Ya, he needed to clean his s*** too… Damn. He hated cleaning guns. Took too long… After he laced up his boots and filled his pockets with everything, he put his weapons on the table and pulled out a small box from his duffle bag. Inside was everything he needed to clean all of his guns. He started with his revolver, unloading it and setting the rounds on the other side of the table before he took out a small bore brush and started cleaning the barrel and all the chambers.
“Where’d you get that rifle?” He asked her. It wasn’t a civilian model, she had to have picked it off of a military official, or gotten it from an armor or something. Or even traveled from somewhere far off. He was betting you could find it in a few shops in states where gun law wasn’t as harsh.
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Post by Rhinn on Apr 26, 2011 18:36:06 GMT -5
"It was my dad's. He was a shooting instructor when he was in the Reserves. He had been active duty earlier and had a knack for sniper. As he got older, his eyes got weaker and then a car wreck left his left hand mangled up a bit. He could still shoot, but not like a sniper needed to. So he went to the Reserves and did basic rifle training. When the first outbreak happened, he took it and when he died, I had it. He had managed to get a stock of ammo for it, but I'm down to under 100 rounds."
She ran a cloth over it, cleaning off any excessive oil on it. She sighted it out the window, looking down the road.
"He taught me what I know of sniping. I'm not up to Military Sniper standards, but I could qualify in the top 30% of the army."
She loaded up a magazine of ten rounds in it and thrust the bolt forward again, closing the chamber but not chambering a round. Then she put it against the couch.
"This was from his time on a competitive shooting team. The trigger has been changed and the it has improved night sights.
The sun was completely gone, but it was only 7 pm. With all that had happened today, Zoe felt her energy drain. She was ready for sleep.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to get some sleep. I've set up triggers by the back door so that if anyone rattles the door, cans will fall and clatter. Good night, Samuel."
Dragging her body up from the couch, she grabbed her blanket and guns and went to her couch. The revolver was shoved down into the couch cushion, facing away from Samuel and herself. The machete and flashlight were on the floor and she propped the rifle up against the couch. Her eyelids felt like huge paper weights and the hot shower and a good meal just added to her sleepiness.
"Good nig..,..,. " her words trailed off for a second, only to be replaced by deep breathing and snoring. She had somehow made it onto the couch and covered herself up before she surrendered to oblivion.
{OOC - Next post is when the fun starts}
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Post by Mikey on Apr 27, 2011 4:06:30 GMT -5
Samuel nodded slightly when Zoe explained where she had gotten her rifle. Father… Sometimes he wished he had one of those. But then he got to thinking how much he hated the one he had, how he wished the f**ker had gotten eaten by zombies, that he rethought the matter.
“Gotta figure, with today’s numbers, your probably closer to the top twenty.” He said with a smirk as he reloaded his revolver and snapped the cylinder back into the gun. Setting it on the table, he unloaded his shotgun by cycling each round out manually and then leaving the breech open. Unscrewing the magazine extension, he slid the barrel off of the weapon and went to work with the bore brush. After removing the guts with a screw driver, he wiped them all clean and oiled everything before snapping it back together and loading it in just a few minutes.
“Ya, that sounds like a good idea.” He said, yawning as he thought about how tired he was. He leaned the shotgun against the couch and set his revolver on the floor, getting up onto the couch and letting his hand rest on it. He was out like a light just as quickly as she was, surprisingly less snoring involved. He’d have to remember to give her s*** about that in the morning…
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Post by Rhinn on May 2, 2011 11:52:51 GMT -5
== 0300 Hours ==
In her mind, Zoe was hearing the engine of a demon machine roaring as it devoured her family. She was frozen to the floor like her feet had grown roots and sunk them down in the ground. She tried to scream, but only tentacles of rotting flesh came out. Her sister rushed to her side, but she was crushed by the massive claw of the demon. Still Zoe stood firmly in her place as the roar overtook her.
With a scream she sat up on the couch, her gun in her hand, swinging it around the room. She was sweaty with her hair plastered to her forehead and the back of her neck. She spent the next couple of seconds calming herself down. It was only a dream, she told herself, but something wasn't right.
The screaming demon machine from her dream was getting louder. That only mean.
"Oh s***, Samuel get up. We have company."
She slammed her revolver into her holster and pulled it around he waist, fastening the buckle. then she grabbed her rifle and went to the window. What her semi conscious brain had taken for a demon engine was the wailing revving of a car engine. Someone was obviously stupid enough to try to drive at night.
If that wasn't bad enough, it was attracting every zombie in 5 miles to them. And, as she looked out the window between the boards, she saw that they were already attacking the car. Windows were broken and the scream of a lady and a man could be heard over the moan of the zombies.
Zoe turned to ask Samuel if they should help when the lights of the car blinded her. The car swerved and shot out from the mass of zombies, nailing the gate at the front of the house. The gate held at first, but then it bent inward and finally fell under the wait of the car. The car skidded on the grass and rammed a tree.
Then the horde of zombies ran through the gate towards the car... and the house. While Zoe was sure that they weren't first on the list, it would only be a matter time before the zombies smelled them in here.
[here we go!]
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Post by Mikey on May 3, 2011 2:43:47 GMT -5
"Oh s***, Samuel get up. We have company."
Those words were all it took for Samuel to snap his eyes open and look around the room for a moment. He saw Zoe standing, bucking her gun belt and grabbing her rifle. He rolled from the couch and immediately started moving, his .44 in one hand and snatching his shotgun from its place at the side of the couch. He slipped the revolver into his holster and slung the shotgun over his shoulder, going at a quick pace to the front door and opening it a crack. He had heard the sounds, and now that he saw the scene that had played out, he let out a shaky breath.
“Cover me!” He yelled up to her, throwing the door open and moving out into the lawn, the Remington shouldered tightly as he lined up a shot with a walker getting close to the car. Just like he didn’t give a damn about the raiders, who he would have easily left to be eaten alive if any of them had survived the ambush the motley pair had sprung, he couldn’t leave some innocent people to be eaten alive if there was a chance he could do anything about it.
Blam. Chk chk. Blam. Chk chk.
The shotgun let out the repetitive harmony of death in the hands of the experienced operator, he finally cleared a path to the car. Grabbing a zombie as it gnawed on its meal, he yanked it out and threw it to the ground roughly, executing it with a close range load of double ought buckshot.
The sight inside the car was a grisley one. One he had seen before, one he had expected to see, but one that he had the slightest hope wouldn’t come true. A man and woman inside, late twenties it seemed, both covered in blood and wounds. The woman was dead, he knew that. The man, he still flailed as he tried to stop the blood flow from his torn throat. He acknowledged Samuel, gave him a shaky nod, and Samuel returned it. Lining up a shot, he fired. The man had no face left soon after. It wasn’t clean, but it had done the job. No more pain, no more suffering, none of the agony of returning to unlife. A mercy he gave to the woman as well, one more shell to stop the chance she had of coming back.
“We gotta g…” He started to yell, trailing off as something rammed into him from behind, throwing him into the car. It was all he could do to flip around and stop the jaws aiming for his chest.
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Post by Rhinn on May 3, 2011 10:51:41 GMT -5
Samuel did the one thing that Zoe never expected him to do. He moved to engage the zombies that were attacking the car. She had an understanding why… if the people were not bitten, then they could be saved. If they were infected, they had to be put down. Zoe moved to the door and knelt down, shouldering her rifle and sighting down the scope. Normally it would hard to see in the dark, but the lights of the car shone like spotlights up in the air. She heard Samuel’s shotgun go off again and again and Zoe concentrated on keeping the zombies at bay. Her dad had called it a halo of safety and when she was little, he would put a piece of meat in the middle of the forest near their cabin and she would have to shoot any predator that came near it. Some times it was just a few, other times it was overwhelmed.
Now, the drilling her dad had taught her kicked in. She pulled the trigger, sending another zombie down for good. While sighting the next one, she pulled the bolt open and ejected the spent cartridge and pushed it forward, sending another round into the barrel. It was a slower recycle rate than a semi-automatic rifle, but Zoe had used this gun for years. It felt like an extension of her body.
She pulled the trigger again… and again… and again. Her shots were 100% accurate – some of them hit limbs or the chest. It did knock them back but didn’t put them down. Most however, were headshots and put down for good. As the last bullet in the magazine fired, she grabbed another magazine and slammed it home. Then she continued to sight and shoot. She hoped that whatever he was doing, he would do quickly. She only have another magazine of .308 and then she would be down to her revolver. At some point, they’d both have to reload and might have to retreat back into the house. Depending on the number of zombies left outside, they might be able to hold out in the house. She sighted again, pulling the trigger and downing another zombie.
Then she saw something ram Samuel into the car. The zombie and Samuel were struggling. Zoe knew that Samuel could take the zombie one on one, but there were others moving toward him.
“Please God, don’t let me miss.” She sighted at the back of the skull and pulled the trigger. The .308 round slammed into the back of the zombie Samuel was fighting with and blew its rotting brain out to the side away from Samuel.
“Get your ass back here”, Zoe yelled. More Zombies were being drawn from the streets by the gunfire.
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Post by Mikey on May 8, 2011 3:19:27 GMT -5
Samuel felt the dead weight of the zombie crash onto him, easily kicking it off and springing to his feet. He would have been done if she hadn’t been there. The zombie had been too low, he couldn’t get the leverage he needed to throw it off, and if he had tried to reach for a weapon, his arm would have buckled from the force on the awkward angle. He’d have to thank her later. At the moment he felt like he could kiss her, but he had a feeling she’d shove that machete up his colon.
Knowing he was low on shells, he let the Remington hang on the strap and pulled his revolver, moving backwards and scanning the crowd with it. No one was pulling away, the undead seemed to be moving in ranks.
Getting inside and shutting the door, he took a look through the glass of the front door as he bolted and chained it shut.
“Fight or run?” He yelled up to her. He had to admit, running sounded like the best idea. Even if they fought off this group, more would come. They had announced their presence for over a mile, that meant a hundred of these f**kers were on the way to chow down.
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Post by Rhinn on May 8, 2011 22:43:20 GMT -5
Zoe had finished reloading her rifle and slung it over her shoulder. Her mind was ablaze of thoughts. The first pounding of the undead at the door made her jump back. There was no way that they could defend this estate, too many openings... to many windows.
Quickly she wedged her bike against the door.
"The garage... it has an apartment over it. If we can get to it, and destroy the stairs, then they can't get to us. I say we go there."
Zoe ran to the lounge. She could see the masses through the windows and the moaning was getting louder. It would only be a matter of time before they began to break through.
Grabbing the cans of food, she began to stuff them in the bag. "Get your stuff. We can run out the back while they attack the front."
She swept the rest of the cans into a sleeping back and slung it over her shoulder. She ran for the back of the house. They would have to take the corridor by the bathroom and head out from the den. It would be the quickest way. She just didn't know how they were destroy the wooden stairs.
If they could destroy them, then they would be safe on the upper floor. There was no other way in or out.
As she headed down the hallway, she heard the front door beginning to crack.
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Post by Mikey on May 9, 2011 19:30:18 GMT -5
Samuel was hot on Zoe’s heels as she grabbed whatever gear she had and began making her way out of the house. He stopped by the main room of the house and grabbed his duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He flipped open the cylinder of his revolver and checked the rounds out of habit, seeing that he hadn’t fired any shots from the .44 while he was outside.
They got to the garage without incident, as they only had to move through the house for more than half the trip, and none of them had made it passed the house to check the back. They got inside the garage, Samuel closed down the door and they started up toward the apartment. When they were up there, Samuel reached into an outer pocket on his vest and pulled out a grenade. Looking at Zoe for a moment, he yanked the pin out with his thumb and held the spoon in place.
“Fire in the hole.” He said quietly, waiting until she went to find cover before he started down the stairs. He placed it on the middle step and let go, hauling ass back upstairs and crouching down when he was clear of the stairwell opening.
BOOM
Counting to five and not feeling any shrapnel dig into his ass, he stood up and took a look down the stairs. Ya, that did it. They were all pretty well shattered, the middle third of them were gone, in a pile of scrap wood at the bottom of the stairs. The others, they were so damaged that even the hundred pound Zoe probably could step on them without falling through.
“We’re good.” He said, taking a seat in a chair and un-slinging his shotgun to reload it.
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Post by Rhinn on May 9, 2011 20:45:22 GMT -5
Zoe raced out the back. She was sure that they would make it, but she didn't want to take any chances. In the garage, they raced up the step two at a time. Zoe turned the hallway, looking for an axe or sledgehammer... something to destroy the stairs. That's when she heard the last thing she thought she would.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
She turned back around and was about to ask what Samuel said, when the explosion rocked her. She held out a hand to steady herself against the wall. Smoke and dust floated up the corridor. She walked back over, waiting for the floor to drop out from underneath her, but it held. Looking around the corner, she was Samuel calmly reloading his shotgun.
"Dude, where can I get one of those?" she asked. Then she turned back to the apartment. It ran over the 6 garage bays and was large, but not as well appointed as the house... but it was still comfortable. She went into the living area and set her stuff down. She grabbed her sleeping bag and turned it upside down on the table, watching the cans of food tumble down onto the table. She had managed to grab everything... everything, but her bike.
"Man I hope that bike is okay when I get back over there or all those buzzards are going to be dead... just plain dead. So what's the plan now... lay low until they leave? At somepoint we are going to need to get that gate sealed and clear out the grounds again."
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Post by Mikey on May 10, 2011 5:10:28 GMT -5
“Look around, they aint hard to pick up.” He said when she asked where she could get a grenade. It was actually kind of disturbing, to be able to find one so readily, or even buy one. But hey, that was the world they were living in today.
“I don’t think their going to touch your bike.” He said. “I take it your not carrying around human body parts, so they shouldn’t be interested.” He said. But… Stranger things had happened. Maybe one of them would get it in its head to go digging in the packs. Stranger things…
“I’m thinking by morning, they’ll have forgotten about us. If we’re lucky, they’ll wander off and we won’t have many to clean out once we lock back up.” He said. “If we lock back up.” He added. It may not be worth staying here anymore. Depending on how mangled the gate was. If it was hopeless, the best it could do was offer them a false sense of security, something that would come to bite them in the ass not long after it was closed up.
“Is there anything here that we can even use to repair the gate?” He asked, taking a look around as he lit a cigarette.
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Post by Rhinn on May 10, 2011 10:54:45 GMT -5
Zoe dropped her stuff next to the couch and sat down. She rubbed her temples together, trying to stimulate her brain to think at this early hour and trying to get the ringing to subside in her head.
"Not unless we push the 4 cars that are downstairs over to block the hole where the gate used to be. And it is going to get worse before it gets better. Those two that you shot in the car are a feast that will draw every walker around for miles."
She looked at him, hoping that he didn't think she was casting blame. "Not that it was your fault, we couldn't let them suffer. The gate might be salvageable, but the hinges would be toast. We might be able to weld it into place, but we need metal and a welder's torch. Also, if we did that, we probably wouldn't be able to open it again."
She looked over at him.
"Not unless you are a member of the Local 299, Metalworkers and just haven't told me yet."
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Post by Mikey on May 11, 2011 7:04:03 GMT -5
“Nope, welder is not one of my trades.” He said. Not that he had many. If ‘drunk’ and ‘big motherf**ker who was good at killing people/things’ were occupations, then he had those down pat. Anything else? Not so much…
“Guess that means were here for a bit…” He said. When he had estimated the that the zombies would be gone by morning, he had forgotten that they seemed to communicate to each other. The ones who had eaten would let out groans and moans that told others that food was here. And when it was all gone, they would keep coming back hoping for more. Stupid bastards…
“So…” He started, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Got a deck of cards?” He asked. What the hell else were they going to do?
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Post by Rhinn on May 13, 2011 14:43:07 GMT -5
Zoe didn't even check. She knew all the things that she carried with her. "Not on me, no. I do remember seeing a pack back at the market. If you feel like strolling down there to get it, be a sweetie and pick em up some twinkies."
She stood up from the couch and walked over to the window. She could hear the collective moan of the undead from downstairs. With the stairs gone, they couldn't get to Samuel or Zoe, but they were also stuck. Looking out she saw that the back of the Estate was suffering from neglect as tall grass was growing on the lawn and the flowerbeds were overrun with weeds. The garage formed one wall of the boundaries of the property and the 8 foot stone wall attached it to the house. Another wall ran to the other side of the garage and where it stopped near the house, a gate was open, flush with the house. It made a perfect little courtyard that would have been cute had it not been filling with the undead.
Filling with the Undead.
She looked over at Samuel. "Please tell me you have more of those grenades", she said, with urgency in her voice.
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Post by Mikey on May 18, 2011 21:51:26 GMT -5
Samuel looked out the window that Zoe was looking through, heard her tone of voice, and reached into his bag. He pulled out a grenade and yanked the pin, holding the spoon.
“Last one.” He said, winding his arm back and throwing it into the middle of the crowd. It bounced off a zombie, landed on the ground, and it’s timer ticked. He liked to think the zombie who got hit in the head reached down to take a look at it. Liked to think that its eyes got wide when the memory of what it had at its feet kicked in, just in time for it to explode into a hundred different pieces, along with a lot of the others that were hanging around.
“If we have a plan, now is the time to do it.” He said, coming out from his cover of the wall next to the window, taking a look and seeing most of the zombies on the ground in various forms of dead or dismembered.
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