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Post by Lawton on May 29, 2009 17:08:33 GMT -5
Nick had only been awake a few hours, but he still felt dead tired. The tension of everything that had happened in such a short time was doing a number on his stress levels. That, on top of his wounds, though they were not life threatening, have exhausted him. Terry volunteered for the first shift, and Nick simply nodded, then watched as Terry made headed upstairs to the room they would be using. Nick, before he went up as well, reached into his pocket and pulled out a granola bar. It was a bit mushed out by now, but he didn't really care at this point. As he finished his little snack he walked to the kitchen and tossed the wrapper into the garbage pail, an action that would probably seem odd to the others considering the circumstances, namely the zombie apocalypse. Satisfied, went back into the living room and then limped his way up the stairs. The first door on the right was open (apparently the room Mikey had chosen) and Nick entered. Mikey was already asleep, and the room smelled of cigarette smoke. Nick chose the corner of the room right next to the door and just across from Mikey so he could be ready at a moments notice. He set his bag down then propped himself against the wall with a quiet grunt. "Damn that stings..." he mumbled to himself, then took in the whole room again from where he sat. He didn't exactly have a great view of the room since the bed was in the way, but he did have the door covered and he was sure the others would wake him if something was truly amiss. He unzipped the front and smallest pocket of his bag, and pulled out a damaged looking book. On the cover were the visible but faded words: Romeo and Juliet. He opened it, and began to read to make his mind relax so he could get some sleep before his turn at watch. (OOC: if anything in any of my posts needs changing don't hesitate to tell me ) ***Has been edited***
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Post by Mikey on May 30, 2009 10:03:41 GMT -5
Mikey half listened to everyone, mainly Terry and Sara, suggest what they should do, and he shrugged. All the while, his head rested on the back of the couch and his eyes were closed.
"Whatever dude... and dudette. I'm going upstairs. Probably be asleep before anyone gets there, so it aint gonna matter to me." He said. Under normal circumstances, or even circumstances where he was in a very 'who gives a f**k' mood, he'd had had a bit of a problem with everyone going to the same room to sleep. It had always just been weird to him. But, as stated, he was in a very 'who gives a f**k' mood, and what happened was going to happen.
He walked upstairs and into the first room on the right, leaving the door open so everyone would know which room he had picked for them, and purposely fell to his knees to the side of the bed. He emptied his pockets, tossing his wallet and butterfly knife on the ground above him. He then unclipped the chain on his belt loop and tossed it there too. The last thing to come out was a pack of cigarettes. He smirked, and figured what the hell. He lit it and took a long drag, the smoke seeming to calm him.
He finished it off as he pulled the revolver holster from the back of his belt and set it with the stuff, and then set the shotgun there. He pulled one of the pillows from the bed and layed his head down. One last drag from the cigatette, and he took it from his mouth and flicked it into an empty waste paper bin. As soon as his eyes closed, he drifted off to sleep.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 1, 2009 16:33:24 GMT -5
The day progressed and all of them took turns taking watch-shifts, before 11:00 AM, when the sun was in the sky and it was bright outside. They sure were going outside at dark. The psycho could probably get N.V.G's, but they sure as hell didn't have the proper equipment for comprehensive night vision. Finally they arose. They spent a bit of time putting together a "shopping list", and then they started to get ready, and figure out where to go. Terry says
Well, I know for sure, I'll be one of the guys to go gather the ammunition... if we split up, at least. We need to get materials and tools to make some stuff, and to fortify things. Meaning we need iron and steel. We need bear traps. We need wire. We need some stuff to make noise on the ground incase someone comes in...
Terry made himself a bowl of ramen for breakfast while they got ready, and checked to make he had enough ammunition and had his weapons. He was "in the green", as the military called it.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 3, 2009 22:40:28 GMT -5
OOC: Someone post for cripes sake. If you want me to post instead, tell me. =/
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Crystal
Survivalist
I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on Jun 5, 2009 1:11:28 GMT -5
OOC: I guess I will e.e;
IC:
As the male armed man talked the younger looking woman who was laid down farther away from everyone was tossing and turning, her eyes shut but her body tense with fear she suddenly whimpered. The nightmare seemed to get worse as she tensed suddenly and her eyes snapped open, she shot up with the combat knife she had in hand ready for something to attack her. When she realized where she was she breathed out shakingly and stood, gulping away the sudden sob down.
She stood up quickly and brushed herself off, her eyes were a little puffy and slightly pinked, her hair was strung out and needed a quick brush through. Her clothes were about the same, and it was high noon as well, she brushed out the wrinkles in her shirt and rubbed her left eye with her open palm as she glanced into the living room mirror and frowned.
She ran her fingers through her black locks and sighed softly before getting to work, she loaded her guns and placed her dagger in her boot, she also made herself another ramen and more than likely was being stared at from her sudden wake up call. She ignored them for now....
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Post by Mikey on Jun 5, 2009 10:20:44 GMT -5
"I can take care of the traps. I know a bit about that kind of thing." Mikey said. Living in the middle of nowhere with a group of survivors, one of them being an ex-Green Beret who had taught him and the other survivors a great deal of things. Survival, trapping, hunting, forging, scavenging, booby traps, all sorts of crap. Ten years of living in the wild, being self sufficiant, was plenty of time to learn things.
"I'm gonna look at what this place has to offer." Mikey said, a cigarette hanging from his lip and a can of soda in his hand. He hadnt been eating much. Hadnt been hungry. He was full of energy, however. Smoking the cigarettes ever 15 or so minutes kept the nicotine high going strong and the soda was offering the short bursts from the sugar and the longer term energy from the caffeein.
He stopped first at the kitchen. He wasnt looking for food. They had plenty, from his dorm room, the house at the storage place, and this house. Enough to last for probably a month with only the five people here. No, he was looking for something of the more sinister kind. Knives, flamable or combustable materials, crap like that. Cleaning chemicals, espcially bleach or amonia, were essential in a home made bomb. One or two of those would be nice. Liquor of high enough proof would burn hot and long, if used right. Knives were perfect for a booby trap he had in his head.
He got inside the kitchen and set his soda on the counter, checking the cabinets. The food had been cleared out of them and set in one place, leaving a lot of them empty. The one under the sink held the chemicals he was looking for. Amonia, bleach, Ajax, all that good stuff. Them mixed together with some lighter fluid as a starter would make a good bang. He gathered them all up and put them on the counter. Next, he checked for a liquore cabinet. He had a good idea of where that was.
A cabinet above the counter, one that hadnt been touched because of the small padlock on it. Taking out his knife, he dug it under the fixture and started to pry. By sheer luck more than the strength of the blade, it didnt snap in half. Instead, the fixture came off and the cabinet swung open slightly. Inside were tons of bottles, some in the back not even open.
Apparantly, the people who lived here really used the bar. He took out all the alcohol that would burn and set it on another counter. He didnt bother looking for knives. At best, there would be two large chef knives, not nearly enough. He'd need to get a few. Big ones. Combat or hunting knives. Some with some weight to them. He put a mental note to get some bricks too. And fishing line, and raid the cash register of where ever they went for coins. He doubted everyone had enough spare change between them.
After finding a pad of paper and jotting down what he was going to be looking for, he went over to his duffle bag and started to empty it out. The bulk of it was clothing. The sugary snacks he had left on top with the bag open for anyone who wanted them were next, and finally his computer. Maybe there was an internest signal somewhere near. They could check and see if anyone had posted something somewhere about the state of things.
He left the drugs he had taken from his roommates drawer there, not thinking it would be good to leave them. Hell, the pot would make one hell of a smoke bomb for that f**ker. See just how much of a psycho he was when he was stoned off his ass. Mikey smirked at the thought and slung the empty bag over his shoulder. He had his speed loaders for his revolver in a pocket, loose rounds in the other. The seven shooter itself was in the holster on the back of his belt.
"Ready whenever you are." He said, sipping the can while he lit another cigarette.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 5, 2009 11:21:33 GMT -5
Terry Parker adjusted his scope before nodding at Mikey, and finished off his ramen.
Hey Mikey, I'ma take point, can you give me the sawed off?
Terry figured it didn't need to be said that Terry was the one here with the skillset to take point, and Mikey knew him enough to know that.They needed to get going soon. They'd leave Mirian to watch the house for them.
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Crystal
Survivalist
I Stand Alone
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Post by Crystal on Jun 5, 2009 12:14:17 GMT -5
Crystal glanced around, people were planning even when she seemed to finally be ignored. She finished her bowl and set it in the sink before walking over to her bag and digging in it, she pulled out two straps and tied them to her back before pulling out two elbow swords and setting them in X formation on her back.
"I'll get medical supplies, home supplies, and some more cigerettes and liquor if I can find them..." She looked over at Tyler, "And if you don't mind I'd prefer that I'd work alone." Thats Crystal for you, always work alone, never have someone in the way. If she died at least she didn't take anyone with her, her icy blue eyes looked at everyone around her. She looked back at Tyler and Mikey and dropped her bag onto the floor.
"Hn~.....Excuse me." She walked over to the windows and glanced out, Why did she have the strangest feeling that someone was watching them?
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Post by Lawton on Jun 5, 2009 15:28:12 GMT -5
Nick had fallen asleep with his book in his hands. He was a very light sleeper however, and he woke with every slight noise that reached his ears. Still, he managed to get some rest, and was eating his own bowl of ramen along with Terry and Crystal, every few minuets glancing out the window. "Heh, reminds me of colledge..." He said to himself as Crystal finished her bowl and watched her walk to the windows. She must have felt it to, the feeling that someone, or something, was watching them. Nick tried to shrug the feeling away and finished off his bowl. Out of nature he took it to the sink and even looked like he was going to make a move to wash it. Realizing it was pointless, Nick tore himself away from the dirty dish and did what he did every day after he woke up: his almost ritual-like inspection of checking and cleaning his weapons. "Where do you want me during all this?"He asked as he finished up his weapons check.
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Post by Mikey on Jun 6, 2009 17:22:47 GMT -5
Mikey nodded to Terry and reached over to where the sawn off was sitting and checked it. Both shells inside, safety on. He slid it along the floor to Terry and spoke. "There ya go. Safety's on." He informed, not wanting Terry to try and use it only to find it didnt fire. He grabbed the full sized pump action Terry had loaned him and made sure it was loaded.
He stood up and held it against his shoulder, looking at the group and said "Ok. Groups of two should be good. Me and Terry'll find what we need. Crystal is looking for medical supplies and consumables. Nick, you go with Crystal." He said, ignoring what Crystal said about not wanting to have someone with her. At a time like this, it wasnt smart for anyone to go out alone, no matter who they were.
"We ready?" He asked, standing near the door to the garage.
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Post by thegunny on Jun 6, 2009 22:47:41 GMT -5
OOC: We lost Rising again? And Btw, we WILL be connecting the dots later on why Etzel Fleischer is bugging the hell out of us. Terry shouldered his Browning BLR Takedown and readied his Sawed off shotgun, and then quickly checked with his hand his Colt Anaconda, more as a fidget then as a serious need. He then looked up, glanced at Sara and realized she had been excluded, and waved for her to follow him and Mikey. They could always use an extra gun at this rate, Terry just hoped she didn't screw something up, but he kept that thought to himself.She'll come with us. And Crystal, don't go out alone on this. Theres a guy out there who at this rate seems like if he wanted he could buy a f**king Abram tank and a platoon of Umbrella bada**es if he wanted to take us out, cause this.... psycho, somehow was able to get ahold of a sniper rifle, follow us all the way from Raccoon city and show up with a buddy with an AK-47 and an illegal 100 round drum, grenades, an automatic pistol... and to just keep finding us. This guy's able to get friends, and hes able to get some serious firepower, thats undeniable. None of us should be going out there alone since we've got zombies and worse to deal with without him involved. Terry and the other hunting guides, as part of their defense training in a post-outbreak work sponsored by their company, had been educated about the kind of B.O.W's you could encounter out in the Arklay wilderness. He knew if he could avoid it, he'd rather not deal with anything like that alone. Terry and everyone split up and headed out, no one taking the van because of the attention it would garner. They left the suburbs together until their paths started to divide. Terry checked and was thankful that his cell phone still had battery for it. They made sure the other two had a cell phone to contact them with in case things went bad, Mikey offering them his cell phone if needed, and then split up.(Everyone is now at the farmers market except Mirian who is guarding the house, and we will now consider the farmers market also a shopping district)
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Post by therisingstar on Jun 9, 2009 0:05:01 GMT -5
(Nope, nope. I'm still here! I'll post tonight - promise.)
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Post by Rhinn on Aug 8, 2011 10:12:22 GMT -5
[Carlos and Clarissa enter Charmian Street from Trinity Lake]
The street was lined with houses, though the neighborhood could have been a ghost town. Evidence of the outbreak could be seen everywhere. Cars with door left open and bloodsmears on the inside and outside of them. Houses with doors that were broken in, a dried bloodly trail leading up to them and away.
Carlos drove carefully down the street. He was going slow... first so he could navigate around the crap in the road and second so he could see the houses. In most houses there was nothing... they sat vacant... but in some houses he saw movement behind the curtains or in the shadows.
Maybe it wasn't the smartest of plans, but it was either here, or the mall... and no telling how bad that would be. So here they were, on Charmian Street, looking for houses that would have useful things for the group, or themselves.
"Well kid, do you see one that looks promising?"
:: EDIT 08/25/2011 ::
When Clarissa didn't say anything, Carlos began to look at the houses. Down the road, on the next block, he found the house. It wasn't the largest house on the block... it was actually the smallest. But it was the one that seemed to be left alone. Carlos pulled into the driveway and then cut across the yard, parking the Hummer right by the front porch. He wanted to be able to get back to his ride if he needed to.
"We're home." he said patting Clarissa on the shoulder. He turned the truck off and sat there for a moment, listening to what was going on outside. He couldn't hear any movement or moaning and the house seemed still.
After 5 minutes, he took off his seat belt and grabbed his Desert Eagle, the Tek-9 and his new shotgun. The pistol went in its holster and the Tek-9 hung from its sling. The shotgun was over his shoulder. Reaching behind the seat, he grabbed a canvas bag. Right before he opened the door, he flashed Clarissa a smile.
"Time to go shopping, hon."
Then he opened the door and stepped out onto the yard. The grass was starting to go towards the wild look, but not tall enough to hide anything that would attack them in it.
He cautiously made his way to the door, his Tek-9 in hand. He tried the door handle. It was intact, but unlocked. He carefully turned the knob and stepped back.
Nothing came through the door.
Slowly he pushed the door open with the barrel of his gun. The door swung open. He could see that the door opened into a small lobby and to the left was the living room and to the right was a lounge area. Stairs were right in front of him and led straight upstairs. A hallway to the left of the stairs led back into the ground floor of the house. Carlos guessed that the kitchen, a bathroom, a pantry and a dining room were at the rear of the house. By the look of the outside, upstairs probably only held 3 bedrooms and probably two more baths.
Taking a few steps in, he looked into the living room. He noticed a few figures sitting in the chairs and brought his gun up. He almost fired, but they didn't react to him. He coughed really loud and they didn't move at that either.
Moving closer, he saw that it was an older couple sitting in their chairs staring out the window. Between them, laying haphazardly on the ground was a shotgun, an old side by side job that was probably mounted over the fireplace for most of its life. The older couple both had head wounds. Carlos grimaced. Instead of facing this new threat, the couple had decided to die together.
Carlos guessed it was sorta romantic, but it was something that weak people probably did. He couldn't see himself doing that. He found a blanket over on the couch and covered them up so that when Clarissa came in, their wounds would be covered up.
Going back to the door, he waved Clarissa in and waited for her to join him.
"I haven't checked the entire house, but the couple is dead in the living room. The kitchen is in the back. I say we look for food first, and then any weapons, followed by blankets, towels and clothes. If we find any walkers, we kill them. If more show up, we get the hell out. Any questions?"
:: EDIT 09/06/2011 ::
Carlos moved down the hallway towards the kitchen. At one point there were two doors opposite each other. He assumed the one on the interior was a bathroom and the other was either a bedroom or office. He stopped and looked at the doors... both were shut securely. He motioned for Clarissa to stop where she was and he jiggled the doorknobs of both doors. Quickly he stepped back and aimed his Tek9 in the direction of both doors and waited.
Nothing moved, so he jiggled them both again and listened by either door. When nothing moved or made a sound behind either of them, he motioned for Clarissa to join him.
Together, they both entered the kitchen. It was a typical open layout with the cabinets and sink against the wall and an island in the middle. At the far end was a freezer, refrigerator and the pantry.
"Let's hit the pantry first. Cans of food first and then we look in the freezer." He didn't mention the fridge as most food in there was close to being spoiled or already gone. They'd search it last.
Opening the first cabinet, he found cans of food stacked there, vegetables, tuna, soups, and condensed milk. He started to pull those off into the bag that he was carrying. The next cabinet had a full stock of dog food. He took those as well. Even though it was dog food, most of those would have meat and other ingredients that would have some nutritional value. Also, with it, they would be able to save human food from going to the pets.
"Look in those other cabinets. If it is canned and not dented or bloated, take it."
Carlos kept looking around, skipping the cleaning materials, instead, concentrating on food, medicines, etc. He hope to loot the entire house and fill up the Hummer before heading back to the Safe Zone. If he brought enough, then maybe they would accept him.
:: EDIT 09/12/2011 ::
Carlos' sack was pretty heavy. They had cleaned out the pantry of all the cans of food that were worth taking. Stopping back in the kitchen, Carlos quickly opened the freezer and shut it again, before swearing. With the power off, everything had rotted. No need to even look in the refrigerator portion. Instead, he moved to the drawers and began to pull them open. He grabbed all the knives, can openers, plastic bowls, silverware, towels and pots he could find. He looked over at Clarissa.
"The food is no good if we can't get into it and cook it. Many people forget these items. It will be useful."
By now, Carlos' bag was bulging at the seams. He moved back out of the house and opened the back of his truck, hoisting the bag into the back of his Hummer. Then he shut it and looked around, making sure he didn't attract and unwanted attention. Then he returned to Clarissa, who was standing at the door.
"Come on, let's go upstairs. We will need towels, toiletries, blankets pillows, anything that would make life at the Checkpoint just a little bit nicer."
He stepped in front of Clarissa and made his way up the stairs. He kept his shotgun aimed at the opening at the top and slowly climbed the stairs. At the top, he looked around. They were on a landing and a single short hallway led from the stairs towards the room at the back of the house. He assumed it was the Master Bedroom. Two more doors flanked the Master. It was probably a guest room and a bathroom.
He made his way down to the first room and opened the door. Inside was a full sized bed and a dresser. Other than that it was pretty bare.
"Forget the sheets for now, but lets get the blankets and pillows. Then we will go to the bathroom and grab any medicines and take on the Master Bedroom
:: EDIT 09/20/2011 ::
The hallway bathroom didn't hold much other than towels. It was obvious that it wasn't used that often, only when guests were around.
Slowly Carlos made his way to the master bedroom door. He listened as his footsteps creaked the floorboard. He reached the door and rapped on it with his knuckles.
"Anyone in there?"
There was no answer, so Carlos motioned for Clarissa to step back into the bathroom. That way, if anything rushed out the door, she wouldn't be caught in its path. Then he turned the door knob and pushed the door open.
As it flung open, he stepped back and aimed his Tek-9 into the room, waiting for something to lunge at him.
He was pleasantly surprised when nothing moved. He walked into the room and looked around. A king size bed was in the middle of the room and two small end tables were next to it. A large dresser was on one wall, and a two doors were on the other. One had to be the walk in closet and the other was the master bathroom.
Carlos quickly checked the nighttables, but didn't find anything. Then he opened the closet door. Arranged on each side were old clothes suited for an elderly couple. The smell reminded Carlos of his grandmother who raised him. Why did all old people's clothes smell the same?, he wondered. Was it the detergent?
Skipping the clothes, he found something useful on the shelves at the back. It was a box of 25 shotgun shells. It probably fit the gun downstairs. They were 12 gauge double 00 buckshot. He put those in his bag and continued to look.
Shaking his head, he came out of the closet and shut the door. There wasn't really anything there that would be useful. The pillows and blanket would be something that they would grab. He called for Clarissa to join him for the bathroom. He opened the door. Inside was a soaker tube, a shower, double vanities, a toilet and a medicine cabinet. He opened the cabinet and started to dump all the medicine in a box and put it in his bag. He looked over at Clarissa.
"Hey before we leave, did you want to get cleaned up?" He motioned to the bathtub and shower. "I can go load up the truck while you use the bathroom."
{TAG CLARISSA}
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Post by Rhinn on Sept 28, 2011 12:06:32 GMT -5
{OOC – With Clarissa leaving this thread and going to Stoneville Police Department, I’m going to finish this thread}
Carlos climbed the stairs of the house to the master. He had just finished loading up the rest of the blankets and he even grabbed the old side by side shotgun from downstairs and tossed it in the back of his Hummer. Now, he was checking in on Clarissa to see if she was ready to go. The sun was heading down and he wanted to get back to the check point before dark. With all the blankets and food, he would finally be accepted… hopefully without fear or reprisal. He went to the bathroom door and knocked on it.
“Clarissa, you ready to go?”
He paused for an answer, but got none. He knocked a little harder.
“Clarissa! How much longer?”
Still nothing. He felt a little weird opening the door, especially if she was in the shower or bath and being underage. Still, she hadn’t answered, and if he had overlooked a hiding place, she might be in trouble.
“I’M COMING IN!” He yelled. Then he waited for a few minutes and he opened the door. He kept is gaze down and was ready for a yell to get out, but it was silent in the bathroom. Looking around, he whipped open the shower curtain.
She wasn’t there. The bathroom was empty. Carlos began to retrace his steps back through the house. As he neared the stairs, he heard the screeching and howling of tires and of animals.
Grabbing his Tek-9, he cursed and ran down the stairs. At the door, he sprinted out into the yard. His truck was still there, which was a relief, but down the street, coming in his direction was an old chevy truck. He could barely see who was behind the wheel, but it was swerving all over the road, jumping up on the curb before crossing the street again and going through a yard.
Blocking the view and pawing to get in were four animals. Carlos couldn’t make out what they were, but they were trying to get at the driver….
[Lucy enters Charmian Street from Lake Trinity]
The coyotes on the roof had fallen off, but the two in the bed of the truck were still snapping at the window, ramming their snouts into it again and again. The only time they didn’t was when she swerved all over the road. Then they bounced around in the bed for a moment and then were back up at the window. The back window was beginning to crack and it would be only a matter of time before they were inside.
Lucy would shoot them, but her gun had flow across the cab and lay in the floor where she couldn’t get to it. She’d have to stop and crawl down there and she was sure that they would get to her before she could get to it. Tears streamed out of her eyes and down her face.
The two on the hood had dug their claws into the hood and weren’t going anywhere. They snapped at her but weren’t able to get any closer. They sat down on their haunches so that they would have better balance… which blocked Lucy’s view.
Lucy didn’t have any idea where she was at. Out the side windows, she could see rows of houses and she knew that she was in a neighborhood, but beyond that, she was lost.
Finally it came to a head. As the back glass shattered, Lucy screamed and jerked the wheel completely to the left. The truck hit a curb and the front axle caught on it. The truck flipped around, swapping its rear for its hood. The two coyotes in the back were flung from the bed of the truck and skidded down the street a bit. The two on the hood lunged at the window.
Lucy dove for the floorboard, grabbing for her gun. She wrapped her hands around it and pulled it back and fired as one of the coyotes jumped into the cab. The bullet, by the grace of God, pierced it in the head, blowing out bits of it all over the driver’s door. It fell on her feet dead, and she screamed and kicked it away.
There were still three more outside.
Carlos watched as the truck hit the curb and spun around. Two of the animals were ejected right in front of him. He saw that they were infected and opened up on them with his Tek -9. The first one went down immediately, his head exploding from the burst of 9mm fire. The other one dodged and the bullets tore into its side, barely slowing it down.
By now the other one had noticed him and both of the coyotes pounce, charging Carlos. Carlos emptied the rest of the Tek-9 into the first coyote. The last burst finally caught it in the head, and put it down for good. Carlos dropped the Tek-9 and grabbed for his Desert Eagle.
But it was too late…
The coyote bowled him over and sank his teeth into Carlos’ arm. He bit again and again as Carlos yelled and cursed at it. Finally, with his good arm, he was able to put the gun under the chin of the coyote and he pulled the trigger twice, sending two .44 mag rounds through its skull. The animal fell off to the side and Carlos struggled to get up. His left arm was mangled, but worse, he already felt the infection running through him.
It is amazing that at the end of someone’s life, their true character comes out. Carlos didn’t waste time crying or cursing… he still had a job to do. Arm still bleeding, he limped over to the truck and opened the door. He looked down the barrel of a snub nosed revolver and then past it at a young frightened girl who was holding it. He held out his good hand for her to take it.
“They’re all dead now. You are safe.” That was a partial lie. If she didn’t get going soon, then she wouldn’t be safe from him… or what he was about to come. He led her over to his truck, stopping to let her get her backpack out of the truck.
“I don’t have much time”, he said, tossing his Tek-9, Desert Eagle and anything from his person that she could use into the truck. “Take my ride, I won’t be needing it. There is a girl that was your age that was with me, but I can’t find her. Her name is Clarissa and I think she lived with a John.. or Joe… or Richard. Find her and get her to the Lake Trinity.”
“Lake Trinity is gone. The whole area was attacked. I was there and anyone left there is dead.”
Carlos paused for a second. “Then get her to the Police Station.” Carlos coughed and spit some blood out of his mouth. He knew that his face had gone pale and he was starting to lose feeling in his arm… and it was spreading. “Tell her I said goodbye and thanks.”
Then Carlos grabbed the old side by side from the back of his Hummer and one shotgun round. He smiled and handed her his keys. “Now get out of here. I’d really not let you see this.”
Lucy nodded and grabbed the keys. She barely knew this man, yet he had risked his life for her. She started to cry again, but Carlos gently pushed her toward the driver’s side door. Then he went back into the house.
He shut the door behind him and stumbled into the living room. He sat down on the couch across from the old couple and chambered the shell. He could feel dead creeping on him and he turned the shotgun around. He put the barrel underneath his chin and reached down with his good hand and put a finger on the trigger. He smiled over at the couple.
“See ya soon”, and then he pushed down on the trigger.
Lucy was in the Hummer when a single shotgun blast echoed through the house. She jumped, not because it surprised her, but because of what it meant. She was thankful for him and the fact that she didn’t have to kill him. She scooted the seat up and turned on the Hummer. She spent a few minutes getting use to the truck and then she put it in gear and slowly eased off the yard and onto the street. She drove around a bit, looking for a girl her age that seemed to be lost, but couldn’t find one. Not wanting to disappoint the man, she began to make her way to the Police Station.
[Carlos is dead and Lucy is now in possession of his stuff. Lucy is headed to the Stoneville Police Department to find Clarissa]
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