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Post by Lunapocalypse on Nov 18, 2008 7:24:55 GMT -5
The more urbanized level of public transport, more complicated than that of your usual train, and more detailed for specific and accurate locations for people to get to. A tram is more or less a bus on a fixed track, simple to drive, difficult to move around objects in your way, but a perfect battering ram for any mindless zombies wondering in the middle of the streets.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 23, 2008 13:20:33 GMT -5
<Aya has entered from the Central Subway>
The back entrance was a lot more peaceful and quiet that how dangerous the main gate entrance could potentially be. There was tin roofing overhead blocking out half the black clouds visible from view and otherwise shielding the mercenaries from the angled rain. Apart from that there was significant lighting on both sides of the ally, giving a rather warm feeling; the only sound was of the patter from the mercenaries boots and the gushing water spewing out of the gutter pipes which overflowed the drains and splashed out onto the contrete. Moss was already popping up among the weeds and durt making the ally especially slippery, but nothing the inept balance of the mercenaries could handle.
Aya grabbed hold of the cold, rusted metal bolt and pulled it up, sliding it to the right with a sharp 'clack' and tugged on the iron ring set into the wooden panel and metal framed door. It made a heavy scraping sound as it dragged against the ground, Aya grimaced as there was little she could do about it; the rain covered with most of its ambience anyways; she still disliked the idea of generating any noise at all while moving. The decision she'd made one the method of transport they'd be using to reach their location far contradicted her preferences though.
The curved corridor they entered was humid much like the outside but for a much different reason; the walls were covered with creepers which sweated a lot of water back out from whatever ground vein they were getting it from, the floor was covered in even more moss than the ally previous and the ceiling dripped in natural perspiration. Aya flinched at the heavy droplets as they splashedown on her brow, wiping away the water. The corridor lead into the yard of the Tram Station, albeit well at the inner point and far at the back behind safe cover; Aya's intuition hadn't picked up any threats nearby so the feeling was easy, although probably not mutual; regardless, she took the opportunity to relax a little.
Wrecks, the yard wasn't much of a sight, 'Oh god,' Aya's mind racked herself at the piles of burnt out bodies that took up several corners of the yard; barricades were here and there indicating that the yard would have been originally used as a fortress for survivors, several man made structures for vantage points further indicating that it was pre-outbreak when it was setup. Aya felt sad that still evactuation was needed. The method of evac being obvious as several trams were missing from the standby locations or garages. There were a couple left; Aya was happy, they'd only be needing two.
Aya scanned the area before running off towards the first tram in line, signalling for Claypoole, Kyle and Tyson to head to the second. She hopped up onto the back of the twenty metre long tram, her hands naturally landing on the corner shoulder of each chair as she moved down the aisle towards the front. Already several problems stood out at her as she entered the head cabin:
No keys, a quick search proved moreover, but a hotwire would more than do the trick. The other hinderances needed to be taken care of first however,
The fuse box was missing,
A new imobilizer cable had to be installed,
And the survivors that were previously running the joint wouldn't have gotten far without first refilling the tram with oil and fuel (Gasoline).
Aya turned to Ludolf and Emily before pointing at the missing fuse and damaged imobilizer cabel, she then pointed over to the office compound of the yard were the warehouse or storage room would likely be connected taking several steps towards the foot of the tram and showing an expression of intense urgency. She then signalled that she'd be heading off to the garage and workshop, clearly to locate the means of refueling the tram. Finally she signalled for them to radio over to the other group to update on what their current position was in the scenario.
She was unsure what the outcome of the second tram was, regarless Aya didn't want to head out into the streets with the entire team on one tram; they'd be able to recon locations and streets around the City enroute to their objective and be in rescue ready conditions incase one tram was worked to waste for whatever reasons. If they stuck to one tram, they'd be moving on foot as soon as it broke down.
Aya update their objectives and parametres, keeping order that they didn't engage so no threats came upon them before they got the first tram operational. She nodded to Emily and Ludolf before hopping out onto the muddy ground and jogging off towards the garage.
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 25, 2008 12:37:45 GMT -5
“Claypoole, how’s your tram looking?” I spoke in a low whisper, but it was just enough to be heard over the ambient noises of the city. Gunfire erupted from some location nearby. Keeping my M4 raised up facing the front of the tram, I gave my gear a quick once over and then turned towards the office compound to cover Aya.
When I was satisfied the coast was clear, I moved up to the front of the tram and slide into the drivers seat. Unsheathing my KM2000, I moved it to the ignition and began to strip it of it’s safety features. Within a few seconds, I was ready to go whenever Aya got back with the fuse and something to damage the cable.
With a sigh I relaxed into the comfortable leather chair. Even though chaos was erupting all around us, I could help but calm down and take a breather, after all stress was a major factor in staying alive, and I was the master of relaxation.
(Ludolf has entered)
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Post by thegunny on Dec 25, 2008 18:52:28 GMT -5
OOC: Metal, we're getting the cable Claypoole We're in the green. Standing by for tram lift to commence. Emily tapped on Ludolf's shoulder and motioned for him to follow her. The two made their way quickly from the tram to the front of the office without incident. She whispered quietly Stack up.What militant training she had received from Dr.Feng's enforcers was limited in completeness compared to the marines like Claypoole's, but she had been trained specifically in C.Q.B and urban team-based warfare, because 1) she wasn't a front line and 2) Dr.Feng's underground bunkers in the malaysia Island chain were all C.Q.B and urban-ish. She would always be operating in a team in combat and if they had to fight it was most likely in relentless tight-room-to-room actions. Emily took a deep breath as she took up a position to the left of the door, trying to focus on what she was about to do and remember her training. She had been shaking mildly running up here; just her and Ludolf, this was not her strong point. She felt better with both Claypoole and Tyson; yes it was just two extra people but it was two, heavily armed, heavily armored, large, veteran fighters who could more then make up for the lack of a U.S.F.U or U.S.S team escort. She was unsure of Ludulf's abilities, and he didn't have nearly the firepower Tyson and Claypoole had had just themselves. She whisperedButtonhook entry. ( www.cqb-team.com/Buttonhook.html ) The button hook entry was one of the ones she knew best because it was one of the more basic ones for her. She didn't have many taken to heart, but this was one of the ones at the top of her list. They were at an office; this meant workers. Accountants. Clerks. They were probably in the s**t's she realized, and there were probably plenty of hostiles on the other side of the double-door entrance. Once they both opened the doors, in they went guns blazing at the same time... Emily readied her compact PLR-16 and clicked her safety off. She took in another deep breath, and tried to relax at the same time she tried to get fired up for their dynamic entry...
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 26, 2008 0:33:04 GMT -5
“Go,” I whispered harshly and fiercely opened the door. With M4 shouldered, I swung into the room at the same time as Emily and immediately opened fire with a quick burst at the nearest zombie I saw in my sector. The undead creature sprawled backwards into one of the many desks in the room and knocked over almost everything on it.
The one other zombie in my sector was dropped as well by a short burst of .338 Spectre rounds decapitated it. Calling out just loud enough for Emily to hear, I called out clear and kept my M4 trained on a door that was slightly ajar. Carefully, I moved towards it, and when I was close enough, I pulled it open with my foot.
Just as the door opened, a zombie who had been standing inside the small utility closet fell forward through the door and I fired off a quick burst into him. Three out of three rounds struck him, going from first his chest, then neck, then finally his eye, putting him down for good.
Quickly checking the closet, I left the door open and walked back over to Emily, unsure of what we were looking for exactly. When she told me what it was, I let my M4 hang lazily off my chest harness and began to rifle through desks and cabinets.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 26, 2008 15:17:07 GMT -5
Emily quietly checked her P.D.A, sending a text message to the T.F.P command center requesting the parts list for the tram's hoping they'd get them the exact information on what they need, before saying to Ludulf
I don't think its going to be here. Lets try and find a stair case and get down to the underground storage basement and look there.
Quietly she dropped the 30 round STANAG magazine loaded into her PLR-16 and replaced it, quietly slinging it around onto her back as she pulled out her Kimber M1911 Target II stainless steel 10mm pistol. She felt more comfortable with it in close combat. Loaded with an extended magazine, it had 10 whopping rounds of 10mm hell.
Lets get going. You lead the way Lud.
She puts on a smile to try and feign a sense of being fine, but the sheepish nature of it showed she wasn't very comfortable clearing a building with just two people. Her Southern American accent was strangely absent, suggesting that she was indeed nervous for those who knew her. She wasn't frowning, which wasn't normal, so either she was indeed comfortable or she was faking it. And her eyes continued to scan the room more then usual, looking around a little eratically to make sure no zombies came in and snuck up on her. She was probably justified in that respect; her PLR-16 has a big muzzle blast and is by no means "Suppressed" or even "quiet". It fireballs when you shoot it. And Ludolf's M4 wasn't suppressed either, so they definitely could expect their hosts to know they're guests are here...
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Post by Metal Head on Dec 27, 2008 4:48:22 GMT -5
"Alright, it's gotta be this way," Nodding towards the last unopened door in the room, I carefully walked over to it, M4 shoulders, trained on the door just in case. The label said stairs, and I flicked the handle open, swinging the door wide open. Clear. Signally for Emily to follow, I proceeded down the stairs, weary of anything that we might encounter.
After two flights of winding stairs, I reached the bottom of the staircase. The door had no label, but I guessed it was where they would have kept a large amount of supplies. The door was locked, and I turned to Emily who was standing on the staircase behind me, scanning the door we'd come through for any unexpected surprises.
"It's locked, you want me to try to blow the lock?" I asked and pulled out my silenced Colt. Peeling the hammer back, I aimed it lazily at the knob while still watching Emily. Maybe she had a better way, but this seemed like the only solution unless she knew how to pick locks.
(OOC: Go ahead and god mod me if you need to for your next post)
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Post by Mikey on Dec 27, 2008 6:04:52 GMT -5
Tyson moved through the flooded Tram area, simply following the herd so to speak and checking the area. He had since stopped looking at the cealing and was now concentrated on the more conventional hiding places. He highly doubted armed human's would be hanging around on the cealing.
He had been thinking of who the people could be that were supposed to be here, and why they were holed up in a place like this. The city was still in decent shape, at least enough to get out if needed. Why were they here? Had they been chased here and made the mistake of fortifying it?
His thoughts were put slightly to ease when he saw several of the tram's missing, but he was still expecting an unseen person with a gun start taking potshots at them. Too bad. He'd have enjoyed fighting something ordinary for once. Things that could climb walls and outcrawl gunfire were getting old quick.
Following Aya's orders, he followed Claypoole into one of the trams and looked at it. It seemed to be in working order, but he wasnt a mechanic. The only thing he knew how to take apart into individual peices and reasemble was a firearm.
Taking position at the open door to guard it, he kept an eye on the hiding places he had noticed earlier while shooting a glance on Emily and Ludolf, as well as Aya going off to the garage.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 27, 2008 14:49:36 GMT -5
Emily slipped her 10mm Kimber Target II back into its holster, saying a little loudly
No.
She said it in a tone that made it seem like she considered it a stupid comment and that there was obviously no answer other then the one she gave, although she didn't seem to feel like she had said something wrong or the wrong way. Her tone changed back to neutral as she says
I can pick locks, it was part of my stealth training. I have to be useful somehow...
She quietly starts to take the tools needed from their pouches on her belt and gets to work picking the lock, careful as to not screw up as she does so. After a few moments she got it open and stood up, putting her tools away, and then pulls her M1911 Target II back out. She grasps the doorknob and opens the door slowly, a crack at first, and then more, watching to see what the movement exposed as she opened it. When it was clear, she opened it all the way and stepped through. The storage basement was massive, and piles of crates and boxes were everywhere. It was a labyrinth of boxes, and there were numerous doors around that led to adjoined rooms. One was a tram employees only section way on the other side of the basement. Unfortunately... the sounds already told them they were dealing with a couple of zombies. But they couldn't hear the licker so far...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 28, 2008 3:22:08 GMT -5
Aya sprinted through the rain, her pale fatigues making her appear no more than a blur to anybody who would even be looking for her. There was a moment of grace as Aya leapt the last five or six footprints to the door of the garage; her back slammed into the mossy and wet bricks generating a 'splurchy' thump sound upon collision. She looked down at the latch, 'Locked! Typical...' Aya didn't find it difficult to understand why the humans who were holed up here perished the way they did. She lifted it up in her wet gloved hand grimmacing at it while observing before letting it slip out of her fingers and hit the hard wood door, '...I'd make too much noise breaking and entering with any method,' her thoughts continued to roll.
She took several steps back and squinted at the looming structure, holding a hand up to sheild her eyes from the aggravated rain; it took Aya a while to understand why the building appeared so old. It was likely that it hadn't been touched so much in the first outbreak, and otherwise to save budget the Raccoon City counsil decided to simply leave it standing considering how well built its structure is. She placed her hands at her hips, sure it was a good enough reason, but it look hell out of place among all of the other buildings across the street. It was a fact she could exploit however; 20th century buildings, especially mid to early 20th century, weren't exactly built with security in mind. There was no doubt that the place had been renovated beyond ones comprehension, the steel bars covering most of the windows proved that the owners finally got the point after half a dozen break-in's; they were only to keep the fifteen year old trouble makers out though, never would the idea of a experienced mercenary had struck their mind for an illegitimate entry.
Her hand grabbed hold of the cold metal of the overhead light, one which illuminated a corner of the yard. Aya started climbing towards the top of the shaft only having her foot slip twice slightly on the ascension, not bad. Once she'd reached the top she grabbed the boom holding the overhead light up, relaxing herself. Aya pulled up quickly until her waist was in line with the boom before creating slightly momentum with her legs and heaving the rest of her body up. She perched on top of the light hoping a the while that what weight she did consist of wasn't enough to cause it to topple over. Once satisfied that nothing of the feared was going to occur Aya centred her weight and leaped off of the lamp causing it to shake and shudder. Her hands gripped onto the side of the building into the curve of some architectural cement lining, bringing her feet up and placing them against the wall to less the stress that was being placed into her hands. She was three stories up, at the top floor, a metre away was the roof.
Aya didn't move until the light from the lamp had stopped dancing across the yard, she was a little sour as to making such a huge mistake but it was nothing compared to creating sound and likely wasn't all that much visible anyway. Aya began to shimmy to her left quickly doing her best to keep a firm grip, the slippry stone wasn't anything to feel generous of. She rounded the corner once she'd reached it and prepared for the entry. Aya pushed off of the stone and pressed her body against the opposite building, covering the entire lane below; the performance was only half complete though as Aya finished by pushing off the wall she had just landed on and cannon balled through one of the open third story windows. She uncurled herself quick enough to register the beam coming towards her, putting her arms out to grab hold of it.
Aya let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she couldn't have pulled it off any better and knowing even more that it could have gone a hell of a lot worse. Essentially there was no third floor, or second, just a really high roof for the obvious reasons. Looking back at the window she'd come through, it was only open enough for her to enter; it was a sort of arched shape and sat on a rotiserrie type of tumbler that allowed it to merely be pushed open and pulled shut. The building was definitely old fashioned.
There was a sense of success in the air as Aya dropped down onto the roof of a derelict tram among other trams; all of the stripped severely of metal or parts likely used to rework the two trams currently out in the yard. Seeing as parts wasn't on her list Aya started the search for engine oil and petrol.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Dec 28, 2008 11:44:14 GMT -5
(Mind of I join in guys?)
Jimmy heard the rumble from above and quickly his eyes shot open. He was sleeping on the floor of the delirict tram when he heard a noise from above. Instinctivly, he grabbed his Beretta 9mm that laid beside him and aimed it up at the roof. Was it Hunter? A licker? Jimmy didn't know but he for sure didn't think it was a zombie.
Slowly getting up, Jimmy took a flashlight from his pocket and aimed it around the tram, looking for some signs of life. He could see no on in the vacinity but once again he heard another thump from the roof of the tram car. "Hello?" he called out. Hopefully it was a survivor for God knows how long he himself hadent been in contact with the world for how many years now. After losing his wife and his son to Umbrella, he had been on a mission to find them with no such luck.
Years past and he had nothing. He knew nothing. All he knew was that the two people that mattered most in this world to him were gone and he had to live on, which he felt was unfair. This city and Umbrella took everything away from him and now he was all alone in this world. His brother was dead, his wife and child missing. The world was a cruel place and Jimmy decided that it was best if he kept himself away from society and live life alone.
"Hello?" he called again, more alarmed this time. He didn't know if the person above posed a threat to him.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 28, 2008 13:41:13 GMT -5
"Hello?"
Aya was taken aback feeling as if she'd triggered some sort of chain reaction the moment she landed on the trams roof, there was no way she could have stopped herself from generating sound upon landing. Regardless, she'd gotten someones attention which wasn't a part of the plan. The fact that the person had called out indicated that they were a little insecure, anyone who had consideration for themselves likely would have waited until they knew what they were dealing with. This helped, it narrowed down Aya's suspicions far from anything military related at least; the voice sounded relatively innocent on top of that.
The main problem was Aya didn't know where the voice had come from, its origins were close but it bounced off too many objects for her to really get a grasp on it. She came to the realisation, after not being able to call out, when the person shouted 'hello' once again. Aya drew her P226 and held it vertically at the roof, not necessarily putting a lot of effort into holding it steady or straight. She creeped over to the edge of the tram leaving a moments silence as she let her body slide forwards with momentum, hanging over the side of the tram as she clasped her pistol; her view was entirely upside down as she aimed at the person who had called out.
She registered that the man was a civilian, further survey indicated that the only method of defense was a Beretta 92F. He was pointing it in her general direction, sure, but Aya didn't see the guy as hostile; she relaxed her arms a little and got a better look at his face. Aya's analysis proved that his stature and expression was more or less received from sleeping priorly, he was virtually harmless. She brought her arms back up by her side and holstered her P226 before grabbing the side of the tram and cartwheeling herself off the edge, dropping to the ground below.
Silence was mutual between them, although the fault was likely a lot different for Aya; she wanted to speak badly but knew if she opened her mouth that nothing more than a struggled gasp would come out. She pointed to her mouth trying to indicate that she couldn't speak, hoping that the message would get across. Aya felt ridiculous, looking around at the tram and the surrounding building for some sort of way to communicate. Her brow raised with anticipation as she remembered her PDA, pulling it out from her back satchel. She entered message mode and began pushing buttons feverishly with her thumbs.
<Excuse the lack of dialogue, I've lost my voice. My name is Aya. I'm a part of PMC Dragonfly and this is our current area of operations.
Sorry to have startled you. Don't suppose you've seen any oil or fuel ready for a tram around here by any chance?>
She felt stupid, beyond stupid, blushing from embarrasment as she stood up into the tram and held the PDA screen out to the survivor.
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Post by Costa 2.0 on Dec 28, 2008 14:19:22 GMT -5
Jimmy let out a yelp of suprise as he saw the young woman just appear upsidedown in a broken window of the tram. He pointed her gun straight at her, the light from the flashlight bouncing across the features of her face. He slowly relaxed after when he saw that she was doing the same. What was a woman like her doing around here? Jimmy chuckled. He knew she was probebly going to ask him the same thing. What the hell was a man in his mid 20's doing sleeping in a delrict tram car?
He blushed at how silly he must look. His hair was a mess and his clothes had signs of wear and tear. The young woman pointed to her throat, red over coming her face. Jimmy understood at once that she meant she couldent speak. He took a step toward her, taking his time as to not to scare her. She then put her hand to her pocket and Jimmy tensed up a bit before she pulled out a PDA.
He let out a woosh of air from his mouth as she started typing something on the device, obviously looking embarassed at the fact she couldent speak. Jimmy just gave her a small smile as she handed him the PDA.
<Excuse the lack of dialogue, I've lost my voice. My name is Aya. I'm a part of PMC Dragonfly and this is our current area of operations.
Sorry to have startled you. Don't suppose you've seen any oil or fuel ready for a tram around here by any chance?>
Jimmy smirked as he handed her back the PDA. She blushed once more. So he was sleeping in the area of some military organization or something of a sort. Great. He might as well get shot on sight. But this girl didn't look hostile at all. "My name is Jimmy Lettier, pleasure to meet you". He gave her a smile as he stuck out his hand. "Im sorry I havent found any of those things, I didn't know I was suppose to". He let out a small chuckle as he studied the womans face, waiting for her reaction.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 29, 2008 1:36:35 GMT -5
"My name is Jimmy Lettier, pleasure to meet you"
Jimmy held out his hand to Aya, she held her own out in response and completed the hand shake. She began to quickly type up her next message after Jimmy had handed back her PDA, in her opinion it too her far too long to get everything written up; it was doubly annoying when she made a mistake.
"Im sorry I havent found any of those things, I didn't know I was suppose to"
Aya's arms slumped half way through typing the message; she looked up and around at the other trams, sighing. She crossed her arms; it seemed a search is in order, 'Considering Jimmy found it safe enough to sleep in here it should be a pretty easy search knowing no threats are going to jump out,' she was about to walk off and start her exploration when she remembered the rest of her message which she was typing up.
<The rest of my team are outside and in the Office block at the other end of the tram yard. We're currently trying to get one of the two stationary trams outside in working order so that we can use both after we move out into the streets. Tactical issues once we start moving. We're just missing cable and fuse, which is already being taken care of; I'm trying to find the oil and means of fueling.>
Aya looked up at Jimmy; the guy looked as if he'd been through a bit, then returned to her PDA and decided to add onto her message.
<It's pretty dangerous in this area, you're free to join my team until we get you to some place safe or where ever you plan on going. It's not like you're the first civilian we've helped out this evening. Although our area of operation will be a little hostile when we reach it.>
She handed the PDA back over to Jimmy feeling like an idiot, if she wasn't such a grammar nazi and went with typing up the message in ebonics instead it would have probably taken a third of the time. This was an issue that had to be sorted out once her team returned to their headquarters in Baghdad.
Aya didn't wait to get the PDA back off of Jimmy, she walked off between two trams and began her search for the essentials, jumping up onto the next tram and looking up and down both ends of the cart for anything that might stand out. She wasn't entirely enthusiastic on the scenario, but she'd syphon the fuel out of each tram if she had to. Even then she still required a jerry can, and she still needed to find the oil.
Halfway through the next tram Aya spotted a small workshop at the far corner of the garage, it would likely be the best place to search for what she was looking for. She hopped down onto the rails and made her way to the garage platform, the entire workshop was surrounded by fencing, the gate locked. Aya grabbed onto the wire fencing with her fingers and braced herself as she pulled backwards, tearing the gate straight off of its rusty hinges. The fence made a terrible rattling sound, but nothing compared to the hailing rain on the tin roof. She stepped inside and was happy to find a row of jerry cans at the back of the shop. The light inside shining on them indicated that most of them were either half full or empty; that was fine, Aya began to open caps and pour the fuel all into one jerry can.
Aya tapped her headset to send a signal to Emily and Ludolf indicating that her search was half done.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 29, 2008 1:48:42 GMT -5
For as restless as Kyle was, it was strange that he kept pacing back and forth in the second tram car, walking up and down the isle like a mad scientist. He hardly knew how to preoccupy himself, and with the dead walking and creatures running about, Kyle was on high alert and constantly looking past the car's windows and out onto the station, waiting for an unlucky ghoul to come wandering out. It was something Kyle developed during his time in the Corps. It was a great feat to have such attention, but it inhibited him from getting any rest, which obviously wasn't good. Still, they were in hostile territory, and the last thing they need is to be overrun by zombies just because one decides to wander in and alert the others.
Kyle paused for a second and checked his submachine gun. The MP7 was still holding out, but it will need to be oiled and its barrel inspected; the time spent in the hot desert could've damaged some of the parts, even though he always kept his weapons in secure cases.
Still won't hurt to check.
After the brief scan, Kyle resumed his pacing.
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