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Post by thegunny on Mar 28, 2009 3:34:48 GMT -5
OOC: Girls are MIA again. I guess we're going to have to advance this without them again.
Terry grumbled
Your f**king telling me...
Terry turns to Mikey and says
grab his gauze and crap. I'll assess the damage to the van...
Terry kicked the ground and bit his lip as he held in a frustrated howl, instead stomping on the several times, slapping his hand to his forehead, and then staring at both of his tires being blown completely and the side of his van having been... fing... raped... by that automatic gunfire. ANd his hood had been peppered to swiss cheese.
We're going to need new tires... and... somehow need to repair... THAT... impprrovisseee.. Uhuh... And that hood... Seems like it won't be a problem, but... d**n, just looks ugly... s**t. My baby... my van... We ain't getting any where without this! We need more tires!
then he turned and looked towards Mikey to see how he was being treated
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Post by Mikey on Mar 29, 2009 5:25:36 GMT -5
"Ya, now you know why we were paranoid about you." Mikey said, examining Nicholas' bullet wounds. The ones on his shoulder and leg wernt a big problem. Mikey packed some gauze into the entry and exit wound of the man's shoulder, and didnt bother with the one on his leg. It wasnt big enough to have to waste medical supplies on.
The real problem was his stomach. Mikey knew the bullet hadnt hit him in the stomach. For one, the acid would have been eating his organs and inner flesh aslong with the fact that he would be bleeding profusly. As it was, there wasnt a lot of blood, and that meant it had hit muscle and maybe bone if Nick was an unlucky guy.
"Ok, this is gonna be a b*tch, but I need to get the bullet out. And well...we dont have a kit, so I have to use my fingers. Bite down and go to your special place dude. This is gonna suck." Mikey told him. He gave the man a moment to get ready, and slid his finger into the bullet hole. He knew what he was doing, in a manner. He'd cut up dead people in one of his criminology/anatomy classes. Seeing the inside of a human being really put it into perspective, and it wasnt something you forgot.
Mikey felt the sting of the hot round, and closed his fingers around it before pulling it out and dropping it on the ground, shaking his fingers to cool them off. While he was inside, he confirmed that the round hit no organs, and luckily no bone. The feel of muscle tissue and human organs were very different.
Mikey grabbed more gauze from Nicholas' pack and stuffed some of them into the wound before wrapping it and taping it up the best he could. He stood up and wiped his bloody hands on his jeans before looking over at Terry. "Tire's arnt a problem, we can get them in that gas station I'm betting. Is there any damage to the engine?" He asked.
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Post by thegunny on Mar 31, 2009 7:44:01 GMT -5
OOC: Quick post
Terry shook his head and sighed, quite sad at the current state of his van, regardless of the fact it could still drive and its tires could be fixed
Nope. The engine wasn't hit. She'll run. But we need to get new tires... and I wouldn't mind some way to plug these holes in the side of the van. And finding a new hood for the engine. Those jacka**ses tore us up.
Terry looked over to see Mikey finish patching up Nick and nodded, saying again
Who's gonna go find what? Theres gotta be at least some of that stuff we need at that gas station. And we still need to go find shelter soon.
It was still raining and dark.
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Post by Lawton on Mar 31, 2009 18:52:09 GMT -5
Nick held still as Mikey patched up his shoulder wound. He heart was still beating fast, but much of the adrenalin had passed, making the pain more prominent. After the shoulder, he prepared himself for the removal of the bullet that rested near his stomach. Mikey had told him to go to his happy place, and he nodded as a response. "Do it..." He said through clenched teeth, and suppressed a cry of pain as Mikey reached in with his fingers and pulled out the hot AK round. He let out a groan when he heard it bounce off the ground, a mix of pain and relief. A tear slid down his face that he quickly wiped away with his uninjured arm's sleeve, then managed a weak pained smile. "Thanks for that." He said, and rested by leaning on the side of the van after his stomach was finished being gauzed. "Did- Ugh... Did you check the bodies? See who these guys are?" Nick had a feeling it wasn't the first, or the last time this group had been attacked by them, especially seeing how Mikey just reiterated how they were all suspicious of him earlier.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 1, 2009 21:05:45 GMT -5
"You check the gas station for parts. I'm gonna go check the store they were using." Mikey said, taking off accross the street. The location of the sniper's vantage point wasnt that hard to find. A broken window and several stray shell caseings outside of it. He peeked in, and saw one of the shooters. He knew instantly by the weapon he was holding as well as the several wounds he had.
Mikey stepped over the frame of the window and looked inside. First, at the caseings. There were only two types, and they were very different. Inspections prooved they were of the 7.62mm types, fired from the still warm AK-47 lying with the dead guy, and 9mm rounds from an unidentified weapon. Mikey checked the dead guy for a 9mm weapon, and then the area around. Nothing.
He took a look at the AK, thinking it would be a good weapon, when he saw how it had been destroyed. Definitely two people had been here. He took the weapon as proof, and then checked the rest of the store. He found another dead person, bullet holes in him with 9mm caseings around. "f**k..." Mikey muttered, seeing the evidence. Had this been one of them, or a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, they were dealing with a sick mother.
He made his way back to the van with his findings. "All right. Two shooters, one dead at the scene. Found this." He said, holding up the AK-47. "The guy with it had a few holes in his face too small for any of us to have made. And someone went to the trouble of making sure this didnt work. Also found another unarmd one in the back. I'm guessing wrong place wrong time. I'm also guessing that means back at the storage place and here were the same guy, and this time he brought an expendable helper." Mikey ended, waiting for comments.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 3, 2009 18:43:49 GMT -5
Terry had made his way into the gas-station, and made a quick check to see if there were any tires that at one time been on sale. Nothing. Terry did the next best thing. He went to his van, grabbed the neccessary equipment, and then went to find the owners car. He then quickly--- as if he was back in Oregon working as a mechanic again--- switched tires out, and walked away with them. He went to his van and started to switch his own tires out. The rain had stopped and it was a better time now for him to do his work and get their tires fixed up. As Mikey spoke, Terry grumbled
Shoulda guessed it from the start. The d**n b*stard's got the marksmanship to be the same guy. Guy must get his jollies off of tearing up other peoples van or trying to kill. I can see why he'd bring someone else to do the shooting for him. Dumbs**t still couldn't hit s**t. Sounds... probable. We needa get going after I fix this s**t up... and we need to fix up these holes.
To him, it was just for the sake of fixing one of his babies up.
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Post by Lawton on Apr 6, 2009 19:37:55 GMT -5
After Terry got his word in, Nick spoke up. "Wh-what about the other gunman?" Nick managed to say through gritted teeth, knowing very well he probably wouldn't like the answer. He had his right hand resting on his Uzi that was hanging at his side, and his left keeping pressure on the wound close to his stomach. Today was not his day... Not by a long shot... Hell, he would have better odds at surviving back at the docks. At least then all he had to worry about was zombies, not heavily armed mercenaries who shoot back. And he couldn't help but wonder to himself: why the hell would they be after a bunch of college students? He would have to ask later. For now, he waited for Terry's response.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 8, 2009 1:45:33 GMT -5
"You said the motor was fine, right? We can worry about the holes later. Every maggot infested f**k for five miles just heard the dinner bell. I say we get somewhere safe before we worry about anything else." Mikey suggested. He knew Terry was worried about the van, but it wasnt high on the priority list at the moment. What was high was finding somewhere safe, either in the form of a place with other survivors or somewhere secure enough to hole up and wait for help. Or maybe even going out on the road and getting the f**k away from this whole unholy mess. Either way, it was up to Terry. His van and all...
"Where should we go? We're somewhere a bit less hectic, sure, but that doesnt mean we oughta hang out in the middle of the street. We need a shelter or something." He said.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 8, 2009 21:22:06 GMT -5
Terry finished up with the tires and started putting the tools up
Lets head to lake Trinity and steal one of those lake houses... and stay the f**k away from this place. Hide out and hole up. Mikey, you drive. Nick, ride shotgun.
Terry slid open the slide door of the van and then stepped inside, shutting it immediately afterwards. He took a moment to reload his rifle, and said
She'll give you some trouble at first, but coax her gently into it and she'll get going.
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Post by Lawton on Apr 12, 2009 9:47:06 GMT -5
Nick simply nodded in response, and opened the door with a pained grunt and sat himself down. He clicked the safety back on on his weapon, which he let sit in his lap and, out of habit, he reached for the buckle to buckle his seat belt. That task finished, he waited for the others to get in. He couldn't help but glance in the mirror, and make a futile attempt at 'combing' his short hair by running his fingers through it, but was unsuccessful. Looking back to his companions who were just outside the van, he called: "Keep the- ugh... Keep the Ak... I might be able to fix it up or scavenge it's parts."
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Post by Mikey on Apr 16, 2009 6:36:03 GMT -5
"Doubt we can fix it." Mikey said as he tossed the AK-47 in the back of the van. The guy who had destroyed it knew what he was doing. Several rounds right into the bolt receiver. About the only usefull part of that gun was the magazine. Unless you wanted to use it as a club...
Mikey got into the driver seat of the van and started to adjust the seat. He knew Terry was going to start going on, or at least he assumed so, but driving with your knees in your chest was about as bad as driving WITH you knees. When he was situated, as was everyone else in the van, he looked back and at Terry and Nick. "Where should we go anyway?" He asked. As he was looking at them waiting for an answer, he caught a glimpse out the back window. "Hmm..." He said aloud.
"Maybe we shouldnt be in a huge hurry to leave. I mean, this place isnt infested like Raccoon was. And to top it off, were in a subarb. Fences all around man. What do you guys say?" He asked. Seemed like a good idea to him.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 17, 2009 22:29:14 GMT -5
OOC: S.O.B LOST MY POST
Terry sat quietly in the back, looking at the AK-47 for now. He looked it over, and quietly came to the same conclusion. There wasn't worth it for them. He kept looking it over before he says
What? Shouldn't we at least go somewhere else then where we just got jumped by a Psycho with assault rifles and grenades? AND HIRED HELP? I mean, hell, he could probably blow us up easier from around here, less walking distance for him. Hell, harder for him to find us, too.
Terry then set down the AK-47 so gingerly it was as if he expected it to fall apart from beneath his fingertips and scatter all over the floor. He wasn't the most prolific or famous gunsmith around, but he had the qualifications, training, and enough training to know the AK-47 was far beyond worth the work for them currently. And beyond their current means to repair.
Not worth our time to try and repair the AK-47 with the s**t we already have as it is. Hell, all I got in that trailer is s**t to load bullets with, not fix an AK-47 with. Especially not the replacement components we need. If we find a survivor that's desperate for some firepower and can supply us with the tools and components needed, we could trade it maybe and make it worthwhile... but otherwise, we'd be relying on the psycho to attack us with some more s**ty Com-block AK-47s, and kill more of his buddies and pick em offa them to salvage anything worthwhile... other then the magazine. Personally, the rifle itself is pretty low quality. He didn't seem to go through too much trouble to get his buddy a good rifle... as f**king high firepower as an AK-47 with a drum is.
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Post by Lawton on Apr 23, 2009 20:29:10 GMT -5
Nick shrugged, then winced from the wound on his shoulder. "Whatever, it's all the same to me." He shifted in his seat to get more comfortable. "First of all, who are we dealing with here? Maybe if I knew more about this guy that's chasing you I would be of more help." Nick said, glancing over his shoulder at Terry who had just finished his spiel about the AK. "They seem determined and well funded. They wont underestimate us next time." (If there is a next time...) He thought grimly to himself. There were a number of things that could potentially kill them before these heavily armed mercs could.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 24, 2009 20:38:37 GMT -5
"What are the odds that he'll come back? And if he does, we'll be fortified. We'll have distance, height, all that s*** on him. If he wanted to kill us all, he could have shot a rocket or some s*** at us at the pump. I dont think he wants all of us dead...but, who does he want?" Mikey asked as he started the van with some difficulty. The whole time he was talking, he was trying to start this peice of junk.
The engine finally turned over, and he pulled out of the gas station lot.
"Where exactly do you want to go anyway?" He asked, not sure if there was another neighborhood as good as this one. Rich subarb with high fences and well built houses. Probably some supplies in some of the places at that. "Maybe we ought to check some of these places before we go anyway." He said, driving down the street at about 20 miles per hour so as not to leave the entire place behind before they thought up a plan.
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Post by thegunny on Apr 25, 2009 14:53:33 GMT -5
Terry shrugged his shoulders
F**k if I know, lets just find somewhere to hole up already and get the hell off the road before he comes at my van with an RPG and s**t. We just needa find something with tall, unclimable, sturdy fences, food, only a couple doors at the most, a garage, and as few windows as possible...
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