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Post by Rhinn on May 19, 2011 10:16:24 GMT -5
Zoe was already grabbing her revolver and machete. "Let's get down to the Garage. I can hotwire that big boat down there and we can use it to pin the gate against the wall, blocking off. But we need to get that car out of here. It's drawing the undead from the entire town." Zoe grabbed a rope and tied it off on one of the columns in the middle of the apartment and tossed it over the edge of the destroyed stairs. She looked over the edge... nothing was waiting for her down there, so she wrapped the rope around her leg and used her right foot to slow her descent. When her feet hit the ground, she shrugged off the rope and had her revolver and machete out. Then she ran to the tool bench and opened the drawers trying to find a screwdriver. Finding one that was the right size, she went to the convertible and hopped in. She vaguely recognized it as a 1960 Cadillac Convertible... a car that was worth some money before the outbreak. Now, it was just a near useless car. She could have ripped out the casing and found the wires that would have started the car, but she didn't have time. Instead, she jammed the flathead screwdriver into the ignition switch and cranked it forward. The car roared to life and she put it in gear. Then she yelled at Samuel. "Get the garage door and then hop in back."
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Post by Mikey on May 25, 2011 4:51:55 GMT -5
Samuel followed Zoe down to the first floor, sliding down the rope with just as much ease as she had, and hopped into the back of the car that she was trying to hotwire. When she got it started, she stopped and told him to get the door. Good plan. If this ended up going south, they needed a place to fall back to.
When she stopped, he hopped out and grabbed the door, shutting it down and then running back to the car. It was very easy for him to get back in, as he was tall enough to use the back bumper as a step. Going along the trunk and stepping into the back seat, he knelt down and used the headrest of the front seat to steady himself as he reached over with his other hand and tapped her on the shoulder. A soldiers way of saying they were good to go.
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Post by Rhinn on May 25, 2011 10:36:13 GMT -5
Zoe felt the tap on her shoulder and floored the car.
"Hang on!" she yelled out, almost as an afterthought. The old Cadillac lurched down the drive way. A few of the zombies remained and she ran most of them over, the large metal grill and the powerful V-8 making short work of their skulls. She didn't have far to go... just around to the front of the house. The car from last night was still up against the tree, with the windows broken. A few zombies were still eating the remains of the people inside. Zoe ran over another zombie and then skid to a stop on the grass next to the car. She put the car in park and looked back at Samuel, as if to explain her actions.
"We need to get them out of here or more will just show up." She took out her revolver and quickly fired three shots, one into each head of the zombies that were eating. They dropped to the ground.
Then she opened the driver side door and started the car. There was a shrieking of metal as the damaged engine struggled to life. She put the car in reverse and used tried to push on the gas pedal. The car lurched backwards and Zoe had to hold on to the door frame and ride along, holding on to the car so that she wouldn't have to get run over, or sit in the bloody mess.
When the car was far enough away from the tree, she pressed the brake and put the car in drive. The car moved forward picking up speed. She turned the steering wheel so that it faced the broken gate and then held on as it sped up.
Careful to line it up, she steered the car through the opening, jumping off the ride as it exited the Estate. She ran to a stop, looking for any threats before retreating behind the fence.
"Can you help me with the gate?" she asked Samuel, shooting another zombie that was inside the gate. She wanted to see if they could lift the gate up and wedge it into place with the Cadillac. It wouldn't stop a mad rush of zombies, but it should keep out any stragglers.
The car sped down the road, weaving like a drunk was behind the wheel and then it finally crashed, 4 blocks away into a small studio. The skull of the driver must have hit the wheel because the horn began to sound, piercing the night. The undead turned in its direction and began shamble towards the car. Zoe knew that once the head was snapped off, it would be silent. But until then, it would hopefully draw the undead away from them.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 2, 2011 5:22:28 GMT -5
As Zoe was at work taking care of the car, Samuel watched her back. There was still a slow stream of zombies entering the gated yard, still knowing that food was there. And the gunshots hadn’t done much to help them keep a low profile. He picked his shots and eliminated the walkers that started coming toward the pair of survivors, and before he knew it Zoe was leading the car out of the gate. They seemed to follow the care more than her, the prospect of fresh meat better than the two people who would need to be hunted before the meal was available. And as a testament to their stupidity, some of them stuck around for the meal that would be the death of them.
She asked for help with the gate, and he simply nodded as he grabbed a side of the gate and started to push it close. He was able to muscle through most of the dents that the car had caused with the head on collision, using one hand to push it closed while he had his other on his weapon. Using it to clean up what was still inside of the gated lawn, it was soon empty of living undead. Bracing the gate closed with his foot to avoid being grabbed by anything that tried to reach inside, he waited for her to bring the other side closed. He had a way to secure it when they had it closed.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 2, 2011 10:24:13 GMT -5
Zoe rammed with all her might, putting as much effort behind each push. The gate shrieked as metal ground on twisted metal. Still, once she got going, it closed almost all the way. What was left was a slight bow at the lower third of the gate where the car had struck.
"I was thinking of just pulling the Caddy up sideways against the gate to hold it in place. At least that way it would hold up the bottom portion and then we can..."
A sharp crack sounded in the air and Zoe was spun to the ground as something small and hard grazed her left arm. Before she hit the ground, another bullet tore into the ground, aiming for right where her head would have been. Zoe half dove, half crawled for the brick wall. The bullets had come from down the street. At first she couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Had Zombies learned to use guns?
But she realized that it was something far worse. They were raiders. Somehow, another group must have seen them trek back up to the house.
Things got alot more dangerous. She pulled out her revolver, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do much with it. She winced with pain as she pulled her arm up. The wound was superficial, barely grazing her skin. Blood trickled out of the wound, but it hurt like hell. She didn't know if she was lucky, or they were bad shots... maybe it was a warning shot. Then she looked over at Samuel. They needed to retreat.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 3, 2011 6:43:13 GMT -5
Years of combat reflexes dictated Samuel’s next moves as he pointed his gun toward the muzzle flash he saw on the second shot. They were aiming at her first, for some reason. He fired off the last two shots in his gun as he moved next to her, going to his knees and crouching down as he dug more rounds for his revolver out of his jacket pocket. He didn’t have any speed loaders loaded, so he let the empty casings call to the ground and began slipping each round into each chamber individually.
“Clamp down on that wound.” He told her, reaching out and grabbing her hand and forcefully moving it to her wounded arm. Pushing the cylinder back into place with his off hand, he peeked out as he tried to survey the situation, only to duck back down when dust flew as a round hit the wall inches from his face.
“He’s using a small weapon. A real sniper round would punch through this like nothing.” He said, but he had a feeling she already knew that. Same as the last group. Sub par weapons and low grade ammo.
“All right, I’ll lay down some cover fire, you go back to the garage.” He said. Forget the fact that covering fire with his revolver would put him out in the danger zone while he lined up a shot to make it even the smallest bit effective. He was missing the Ultimax he’d used for so long right about now…
“Three.” He said, beginning the count. “Two.” He continued, giving her a look to see if she was ready.
“One.”
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 3, 2011 19:57:30 GMT -5
Zoe clamped her hand over the wound and grimaced a little. "It's just a flesh wound. Once we get back to the garage, there's a kit there I can use." They were definitely amateurs. The first bullet should have been through her head... and it wasn't. They were still pouring fire into the stone wall, but none of it was getting through. Still, Zoe agreed that they had to get back to the garage. No telling how many were out there. As he counted down, she readied herself to go.
When he got to zero, she stood up and sprinted in a zigzag pattern to be a more difficult shot. She looked back as she ran, aiming her revolver behind her and over Samuel's head. She fired off 2 shots, just to let them know that they were armed and continued to run.
From across the street, opposite the first attacker, she caught the site of another muzzle flash and heard the "BOOM" of a shotgun.
Damn amateurs, she thought. Lucky for her they didn't know how to use their weapons. She was too far away for that gun to be any harm. She heard most of the pellets ping off the caddy and the wall.
As she rounded the corner of the building, another zombie lumbered towards her, so she shot it in the head and then turned to cover Samuel.
"Come on, I got you covered." At least as much as she could. She was a decent shot, but at this range of a couple of blocks, she wasn't going to hit anything. Still, her revolver had better range than that shotgun, so she aimed for the doorway where she had seen the blast and fired again. She couldn't tell if she hit anything but there were no other shots coming from it.
Then she heard shouts... of what sounded like 5 different voices... mostly men. There were probably more. They needed their other guns.
She looked behind her to make sure the way to the garage was clear... and it was. She began to reload her revolver, in case she needed to provide more cover for Samuel.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 5, 2011 4:40:12 GMT -5
As soon as he got to the empty space that would have been zero, Samuel soon filled it with gunshots as he leaned over his cover and lined up a shot with the position the sniper had been using before. He fired off his rounds slowly, met with high speed fire from the sniper. Just as Samuel had been expecting, none of the shots hit him. Whoever was shooting at them was just a punk with a gun who was in a state of panic as soon as he had rounds flying back at him. The situation was looking up.
He heard Zoe yell that she had him covered, but if they didn’t do what they had originally planned, they’d be swarming with zombies. He had to get the car in place.
Sprinting in a straight line toward the car, he heard rounds whiz near as he expected, the sniper being unable to hit a moving target. Taking cover near the engine, he opened the door and slid inside, putting it in neutral and pushing the car into place easily. He then put the brake back on and ran toward the side of the house. Rounding the corner, he stopped next to Zoe and started to reload his weapon as well.
“How much ammo do you have for your rifle?” He asked. They’d need the big guns if they were going to win this fight. Stupid and ill equipped, sure, but the raiders still outnumbered them and they didn’t have the element of surprise that they had had at the market.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 6, 2011 12:43:59 GMT -5
Zoe pressed the wheel of her revolver back in place, loading the rounds. "Hundred", was her answer. "Enough to pump these idiots so full of led that the zombies won't even consider them for a snack."
Now that they were behind the corner, the raider's couldn't see them. Still they fired off rounds... Zoe could still hear them whiz by. She leaned out quickly to see them come out from under cover. She took a shot at them and was rewarded to see them go diving for cover.
"If I can get up to the roof, then I can snipe down on their position. I counted about 5 but there might be more."
Zoe then turned and began to job back to the garage. She was thankful that they left the door open. Once they got in, they'd shut it and give the raiders something to think about.
As she got closer to the garage, she took the handful of spent shells from her reload and threw them as far as possible toward the main house. They clattered on the porch and came to rest by the back door.
"It may draw some of them away and then we can hit them piecemeal."
When Zoe had reached the garage door, she heard the screeching of metal. Somehow, they were moving the gate. Shots rang out as well.
"With all that commotion, they're drawing half the zombie population here. Even if we kill them, we might not be safe here anymore."
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Post by Mikey on Jun 7, 2011 13:41:17 GMT -5
“Then we kill them and get out of here. The bodies will give us enough time to get clear.” He said. It may have been strange, how he spoke of murdering other human beings and using their remains as bait to make the way clear. It just spoke to the amount of care he had for the men who were trying to kill them.
“Get in there, get your rifle, I’ll boost you to the roof. And throw me my bag while your up there.” He said. He’d stay here on the ground, take care of any who got to the gate or past it. The fact that he was trusting her to keep him from being overwhelmed, it wasn’t much to him. She’d already proved just how trustworthy she was. She’d already pulled him out of the fire. She was in his good book.
He moved into the garage and motioned for her to follow, holstering his revolver and holding his hands together to give her a boost up to the top level of the garage. They were short on time. If the raiders got it in their heads that they didn’t have to worry about the pair, then they’d waste no time in moving in. If Zoe and Samuel were ready, they’d be walking into a killing field. If not, the odds of the two getting out would slip considerably.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 8, 2011 23:38:49 GMT -5
Zoe got a boost from Samuel as she grabbed the rope. A rocket propelled grenade was more accurate as she barely had to work her way up the rope. He almost tossed her up there. Quickly, she found his bag and stuffed one of her walkie talkies into it. Then she lowered it down to him and ran to the living room and grabbed her rifle and backpack. She pulled out her loaded magazines and the extra ammo and then went to the closet. Up in the ceiling there was a little door that led to the attic. From there she could make it up to the roof.
She pushed the hatch open with the barrel of the rifle and tossed it up into the attic. Then she used the shelves as steps and made her way up.
The attic only took up part of the roof... the other part turned out to be a little deck. It would be a perfect platform for her to snipe from. She crawled to the edge that was closet to the gate and tapped a button on her Walkie talkie. In a low voice, she spoke.
"On site and getting ready. When they come around the corner, I'll target the 3rd one. That will make the ones in front stop and look around. Then you can get the drop on them."
Finally the band of raiders, which actually numbered 7 was able to get the gate wedged open so that they could enter. They had been watching the girl and the man since they left the Market, a day earlier. They had been planning on hitting them when the car had driven through the gate and drawn the attention of the undead. They almost gave up on it until they were at the gate. Then that damn teenage snipe couldn't put the girl down. The leader of the pack, a man named Jackson, thought that he was probably trying to spare her so that he would have some company later on. Jackson, on the other hand, while thinking she was cute and worth a night or two was more interested in the food and weapons they were carrying.
"Okay, you three go around the side and keep them busy. The rest of us are going into the house and seeing if they left anything in there."
As Jackson and the other three entered the house, they saw a motorcycle laying on the itside. One of them smile and picked it up. Then he hopped on it and started her up, gunning the engine. "After we are done with them, I'm sure they won't mind us taking their ride."
Jackson just looked over at the teenager and then slapped him in the back of the head.
"Just don't miss again... or I'll shoot you in the kneecaps and watch as the undead eat you alive.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 16, 2011 8:28:43 GMT -5
“Roger that.” Samuel responded into the walkie talkie when Zoe laid out her strategy. He pulled his shotgun out of his bag and then the loop of shells, sliding the bag under the stairwell and moving back outside. He could hear running steps on the pavement of the walkway, telling him they were getting close. He heard the front door open, and then heard her motorcycle start up before it cut out soon after. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he didn’t much care either way. Only thing he was concerned about was making it through this firefight.
Pinning himself to the wall with his weapon shouldered, he made sure he could see both the corner of the house that they would come from, as well as the back door that the few inside may choose to use to try and flank him. He pulled the walkie talkie to his mouth again and hit the talk button.
“Got an unknown amount inside the house.” He said, just in case she hadn’t heard her motorcycle revving up. “Going to radio silence.” He said a bit quieter, hearing footsteps closing in on his position from around the corner.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 17, 2011 0:08:57 GMT -5
Zoe didn't acknowledge Samuel. That was just wasted talk that would give their locations away. Instead, she slowly closed the bolt, locking the first round into her rifle. She closed her left eye, focusing her dominant eye through the scope.
Then she waited.
She had heard the sound of her motorcycle being started and it made her blood boil, but she kept her gaze down towards the end of the barrel.
Presently, there was a glimpse of a head peaking around the corner of the building and then it ducked back. Zoe held her fire. Since her gun was bolt action, she would have to make the first shot count. She couldn't cycle her rounds as fast as a semi automatic.
When the head peaked out again, Zoe waited. Her target was about to come around.
The second maruader stepped out, more confident than the first. Time to end that, thought Zoe.
And she pulled the trigger. The head of the second maruader snapped back as the bullet penetrated his skull. It went into the next guy, around his stomach. It wasn't a kill shot, but it hurt. His face also got a face full of hair, bone and brains.
That was the signal to Samuel. Quickly, Zoe pulled the bolt open, letting the empty shell fly out to the right. She slammed it shut and took another shot. This one wasn't a kill, but she caught the 3rd injured the man in the leg before he ducked back around the corner.
Zoe pulled back from the ledge on the roof and moved to the other side of the roof. She would snipe from one more position on the roof and then swing down drain pipe and take up another position. Unless the jerks developed a brain stem, Samuel and Zoe should make short work of them.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 21, 2011 9:08:47 GMT -5
The gunshot sounded, and Samuel wasted no time in whipping around the corner. His shotgun retort drowned out any other sound, finishing what Zoe started with the through and through she had landed into the second in line. A fourth man was in line, hampered by the body that was falling back his way. He never even had the chance to raise his gun as Samuel shucked out the empty shell and fired again.
He knew Zoe would relocate, knew that he was on his own for the time being. Not a big problem.
As he moved, he aimed down and fired a shell into the man she had gotten in the leg, stopping his cries of pain as he grabbed at his wound. The weapon in his hands had been abandoned. He made it to the next corner of the house, leading with his weapon as he moved. He felt the impact on his gun barrel, someone trying to push it away while they got in a shot. Smart of them, if they had been able to act on it. They didn’t count on Samuel’s leg being long enough to lash out. Kicking the attacker right in the groin, he doubled down and let go of Samuel’s shotgun. Samuel didn’t even take a step back as he fired a shot at point blank range into the kneeling attacker.
Stopping to top his weapon off, he pulled shells out of the side saddle and fed them inside, stopping when it was full and taking up his position at the side of the house. He took a peek and didn’t find anyone waiting for him. He doubled back and took cover at his original position, watching the door more than the side of the house. They probably wouldn’t be in a hurry to go that way, it was a killing field.
He took a look around for Zoe, trying to find her new position so he could find out where the safe zone would be. Anything in her scope was safe, she had proven that.
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Post by Rhinn on Jun 22, 2011 14:30:01 GMT -5
That was 4 down, thought Zoe. Only three more remaining. Zoe knew that the others were probably a bit smarter than the first 4. They would be the deadly one. She heard the break of glass and caught the glint of sunlight off a scope. She ducked down as a bullet ripped through the air where her head had been. More glass broke as another weapon, then time a semi-automatic rifle chimed in. Bullets were flying in at her location. She rolled on the terrace of the roof to her right, keeping herself low and quiet. These guys were really amateurs. They kept firing without seeing if they were hitting anything. Six meters from her location she was able to stop and look at the house. Both guns were being fired from second story windows. They seemed to be in the same room... or two smaller adjacent rooms. Lowly, she hit the mike on her walkie talkie. "Upper left corner of the house... sniper and semi. That leaves another member somewhere else." She didn't expect an answer and dropped it back to the ground. The firing across the way had finally stopped. They were either reloading... or ran out of ammo. She quietly sighted her rifle out and waited. The barrel of the semi protruded from the window and Zoe aime just 3 inches above the barrel and squeezed off the trigger. One bullet flew through the air, ripping off the top of the man's head as he had been sighting down the barrel. The gun fell out of window, the butt covered in blood and brains. In the next window, there was a high pitched squeal of a teenager. That usually meant the leader was lurking about somewhere. Zoe aimed at the next window, but couldn't see anything. Feeling exposed now, she slid away from the ledge toward the back of the garage. She found a drainpipe and grabbed onto it. She slung herself to over the edge of the roof and then made her way down to the ground. Once there, she shouldered her rifle and pulled out her revolver. ============================================== Jackson was on the lower floor, irritated to hell at the incompetence of his men. He looked at the teenager and the last person. Well, less to split the money with, he thought. "Get up there and kill them or I'll shoot you." As the men ran up the stairs, Jackson made his way to the rear of the house. He had a Tec -9 and it was fully loaded. He would wait until the others fired and then he would take them out. Maybe he would save the girl for a few nights of company before killing her. He made it to the great room and made his way along the wall to the door that led out to the garage. As the gunshots rang out upstairs, he kicked the backdoor open and fired at the garage, hoping to catch the big man in the chest.
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