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| Strompy | Feb 11 2015, 11:58 PM Post #211 |
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"There's still a few rooms we haven't checked." Brandon offered, looking at the gym doors. He didn't like the idea of it. They may be able to reach it by going around the building and using the back door. But if the rotters were stuck in the gym it was probably because they had absolutely no way of getting put, so the back doors were probably barred too. The thought of somebody locking anyone left alive inside with those things disgusted him. There was a good chance they'd be faced with the same problem from any entrance, open the doors and find a horde of rotters. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 12 2015, 12:13 AM Post #212 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli exhaled through gritted teeth, and paced a little back and forth. "Dios mio," he muttered to himself, then looked up to address the group. "I don't believe this place is empty. I just don't. And if there is anything to find, it's behind that gym." He let that sink in for a moment as he stopped pacing. The continued pounding on the doors made for fine dramatic effect. "We can take them," he said, projecting some confidence -- and he was confident that they could do it, he just wasn't excited about it. "We open one of those doors, keep the other pushed shut, and we got a choke-point. They're gonna be tripping over themselves to get out, it'll be like shooting fish in a barrel." He paused. "Or we can leave now and forget about it," he said. "'S'up to you guys." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 12 2015, 12:18 AM Post #213 |
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Is that so?
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"We have enough bullets. Killing them would be no problem." Glenda added in. "But the gunshots might lure in the rotters, or even people, from the surrounding area. And who knows how many that would be." She slowly turned her head to Brandon, then back to Eli; her blue eyes focusing on the young men for a few moments. This seemed to be their plan, and Randall was waiting for a group consensus on the sidelines. "Do you think whatever we may find in that room is worth the risk?" |
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| Strompy | Feb 12 2015, 12:22 AM Post #214 |
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Brandon wanted to suggest he run another distraction. Lure the rotters out the back and ghen outrun them until thry lost sight of him, and then circle back unseen. He thought on it a moment though. Maybe a little target practise was just what this group needed. Jeff and Andre needed to sort their shit out, Julie was new, everyone else was stressed. It could be good for morale if everyone just took it all out on a common enemy, remind them they're on the same team. "Everything is risky these days. We just got a bunch of new firepower. Could be a great opportunity to get a feel for your new pieces." he suggested. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 12 2015, 12:44 AM Post #215 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli looked around and saw some reticence on a few faces -- like Jose's and Jeff's -- but he was encouraged by Brandon's words. "I say we go for it," he said, then glanced at the AR15 with the flashlight. "You mind if I get that back?" When Brandon passed it back, Eli adjusted it in his hands, and rolled his shoulders a little, getting ready. "Which one of us is the strongest?" he asked, looking over the group and settling on the two biggest guys. "Mac or Andre, you should hold the other door shut." Mac didn't look excited about the prospect. "Uh, maybe we should just get something heavy to do that? There were some cabinets back in one of the offices. They could hold it shut." "Damnit, that's a better idea, you're right," Eli said. "You guys go, Jose go with them. Hurry back." Mac looked a little relieved as he bounded off. Andre was a little less eager to follow Eli's orders, but he headed off a second later. Jose nervously followed. "We may have a lot of ammo thanks to Brandon, but it's still basically gold now," Eli said to the group that remained. "Don't waste it. Ice one rotter, move onto the next. And whatever you do, don't let them get through that door. They swarm us, they win. We contain them, we win. It's that simple." Mac, Andre and Jose reappeared quickly with a cabinet. They grunted with the effort as they reached the doors, and let it hit the ground with a loud clang. Eli and Brandon helped them position it right under the left door. "Take your positions, people," Eli instructed, and fell back to roughly the center of the semi-circle. He looked around at the others, making sure they were ready. Jeff was still pale, and was holding his gun nervously. "Jeff!" Eli said with some force. He said it again when the scrawnier guy didn't immediately respond. "Jeff!" He looked over. "Wha -- what?" he asked, flustered. "Shit, I mean, what do you want?" "Get on that side of the door, reach in, and remove the crowbar," he instructed. "Just slide it out. Then get back in position." "Me?" Jeff seemed legitimately taken aback. "Why am I doing that? Shouldn't you get --" "I'm asking you," Eli shot back. He was a little concerned for the guy, actually, and he was hoping to shock him back into action. It was exactly the kind of thing he didn't want to be responsible for, but found himself doing anyway. Kind of like leading this little shooting gallery. Jeff recoiled a bit, then nodded. He lowered his gun and walked around the group. He leaned over the cabinet and grabbed the crook of the crowbar in his hands. He looked to Eli and his eyes betrayed his nerves. "Now?" he asked. Eli looked to each side of him before answering. "Everyone ready?" |
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| Strompy | Feb 12 2015, 01:44 AM Post #216 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon had traded out the Remmington 870 for the FN FAL. The Remmington was a simpler mechanism than the FAL so it wiuld be ideal for novice shooters, perfect for keeping the club safe. Brandon had handled the FAL before, his dad was protective of that acquisition so firing it had always been a novelty. "Oh yeah. Ready." he reported. Julie on the other hand was no where near as confident in the plan. She was still only armed with a kukri, but she preferred it that way. Let everyone else do the shooting. Her heart sank a little when Brandon handed her his pistol. "Minimal recoil. That's the safety, it's on right now, and that's the mag release. Take your time, squeeze the trigger. If you miss, stay calm, you have plenty of backup and nobody is judging you." he instructed to her but also anyone else who needed to hear it. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 12 2015, 01:50 AM Post #217 |
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Is that so?
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"Kelsey, I want you to watch the door and warn me if any rotters head over. Okay?" Randall glanced towards his young daughter. Kelsey nodded to her father and wordlessly headed towards the front door. Turning his attention to the task at hand, Randall held on tightly to the Beretta M9 that had kept him safe during this entire ordeal. It had been his trusty sidearm since day one of this mess, but he hadn't known what it was called until Brandon informed him earlier today. He had stumbled across it the chaos and kept it with him ever since. He had killed a lot of rotters and even a few former friends with it. He kept it trained at the door as Jeff prepared to remove the crowbar. Nearby, Willow was in a similar state with her HK, and Glenda was now holding the old bolt action from the lodge. A rare sight, seeing Glenda with a firearm. A part of him couldn't believe that they were doing this, but maybe shooting a few of these things was exactly what the doctor ordered. Randall did have a lot of pent up aggression since that night. "Alright. Let's do this." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 12 2015, 02:10 AM Post #218 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Go," Eli ordered, and then prepared for the consequences. Jeff pulled the crowbar back, and the right door immediately swung open, revealing a wall of rotting faces and yellow eyes. When they saw the wall of living people in front of them now, fully exposed, they all scrambled forward. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG. Eli squeezed the trigger of the AR15 for the first time, and the bullets streamed out faster and louder than he anticipated, while the recoil wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He took a beat to adjust, then continued firing. A wave of blood practically shot back from the heads of the initial group, soaking the zombies that followed. The door on the left, meanwhile, rebounded off the fallen cabinet, not budging. On the right, Eli was correct in his prediction of them falling all over each other. Already, zombies were tripping over the ones that had been felled, creating a wall of limbs at the door-frame. After the initial burst of activity, more rotters quickly appeared. There must have been a lot of them. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 12 2015, 03:39 AM Post #219 |
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Is that so?
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The first thing Randall learned from this experience was that, sometimes, it was difficult to compete with the raw stopping power of an automatic rifle when all you had was a handgun to your name. But Randall didn't really care; through the deafening blast of gunfire, Randall kept pulling the trigger. He knew he was not being great with ammo, but he had a lot of 9mm rounds and he really needed to shoot something. It felt good. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! He could barely make out the sounds of his weapon's gunshots over the roar of everyone else's. But he knew when his gun was empty. It only took a quick drop of the old magazine and insertion of a new one from his jacket to keep going. The zombies, despite their numbers, were dropping like flies. None were even getting close. It was almost too easy. |
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| Strompy | Feb 12 2015, 04:01 AM Post #220 |
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It was defeaning. Brandon and the others had improvised some ear plugs from thr toilet paper they found. It didn't do much, but it took some of the bite out of the louder rounds. Brandon couldn't help but smile at the familiar sounds. He held his fire, allowing everyone else to unload and get a feel for their weapons. Julie turned the safety off, her heart pounding. The sound of the bigger guns was startling, she flinched at the sound of every shot, despite trying to prepare for them. She fired intermittently usually too late to be of any use. Just like Eli said though, they were fish in a barrel, she got one or two in the chaos which settled her nerves considerably. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 12 2015, 04:13 AM Post #221 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When Eli ran out of ammo on the AR15, he clicked the safety on and let it fall the gun his side, held up by the strap he had slung back over his shoulder. He had never reloaded one of those things before, and while he thought he could probably figure it out, now wasn't the time. He drew the Supergrade from his holster and started squeezing more shots off. A zombie appeared, he shot. It went down. Another appeared behind it. He shot again. Sometimes his shot was the first, others it was the second or third. A pile of bodies knee high had accumulated under the door frame. A body fell over it, landing in a tangle by the feet of the group. It happened quick, but Eli saw a lot of blood fan out of its body as it fell, and assumed the brain was destroyed, so he moved on. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he realized his assumption was wrong. The zombie at their feet twitched, and reached a hand out. "Bahhhhhh!" Jeff screamed as he fired downwards several times with the Ruger 22 Target -- the pistol he had ended up with from Brandon's stash. Eli glanced down to see the rotter convulse as it was repeatedly stung by bullets. One of them went into its cranium, and it stopped moving permanently. Eli glanced up at Jeff, who had stopped firing, probably because he was out of bullets. He looked a little astonished. Finally, new grotesque faces stopped appearing in the doorway, and the chorus of gunfire came to a sudden stop. Eli let out a wolf whistle, but could barely hear it over the ringing in his ears. "Everyone okay?" he asked, after giving everyone a little bit to consider what just happened and recover some hearing. "I think so," Mac answered. The big guy was panting and trembling a little, probably because he was holding his breath too long. "Fine," Andre answered next, confidently lowering the AR15. |
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| Strompy | Feb 12 2015, 11:42 AM Post #222 |
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"Right as rain." Brandon reported, pulling the toilet paper out of his ears. "Yeah, I'm cool. So who's standing guard and who's checking the storage room?" Julie responded, flipping the safety back on and awkwardly tucking the pistol into her pants. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Feb 12 2015, 05:48 PM Post #223 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Glenda and Jose already have some practice at that,” Eli answered. “We’ll stay,” Jose said. He was also a little shaky. The Mossberg shotgun that used to belong to Brandon’s mother was a little unsteady in his hands. “Great,” Eli said. “Someone give me a hand with this now. Jeff, come on.” He holstered the Supergrade and walked over the fallen cabinet. He prepared to push it aside. Jeff didn’t immediately come to his aid. “Jeff?” Eli asked, looking up. “You okay?” “I’m, uh, yeah,” Jeff stammered back. He looked okay, at least. Some of the colour seemed to have returned to his cheeks. “One sec.” Jeff put away his Ruger pistol and jogged over to help. Mac did too, without having to be asked. They pushed the cabinet out of the way and opened the other door, making room for some of the rotter bodies to lifelessly flip over. The group now had room to enter the expansive gym. Eli got the AR15 and its flashlight back out to light the way, and the group entered. A quick survey of the area revealed only three stragglers, still slowly limping their way across the basketball court towards the doors. Eli reached for his Supergrade with his good hand, ready to pop the closest one -- a rotter that was once a full grown man, but a short one, no taller than 5 feet 6 inches. Before Eli could end him, Mac held up a thick arm in front of him. “Wait,” Mac said. “I got this.” Eli acquiesced, lowering the gun. He watched as Mac charged forward suddenly, straight towards the much smaller rotter, shoulder checking it. The zombie flew backwards like he was made of straw, and slid backwards a couple inches after hitting the gymnasium floor. Mac immediately drew and aimed his HK, and BAM! – got the rotter just above his right eye. He turned back to Eli and the others, smiling a little – like a dog, kind of, looking for approval. “Nice,” Eli said, giving it to him. He looked around at the other couple stragglers, still shuffling their way across the empty space towards the group. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Feb 13 2015, 12:14 AM Post #224 |
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Is that so?
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Willow cautiously crept by the pile of dead rotters, although her definition of 'cautious' looked to everyone else like playing a game of 'the ground is lava'. Sure, they looked dead, but she was far from keen on putting her foot anywhere near one of those mouths. Even if she needed to look like a fool and dance around them. After regaining her footing and safely traversing the pile of zombies (she was one of the last ones in), she noticed Mac standing over one of the stragglers and executing it. There were two more, but she couldn't do much. She emptied her clip during the rotter execution earlier and realized that she didn't have any other clips to replace it with. She poked her head through the gym doors and gave a quick whistle to Jose and Glenda. "Do you have any extra clips for this thing?" It turns out he did; Jose tossed her an extra one over the pile of dead zombies, which she barely managed to catch with her other hand. She made a mental note to find the holster for this thing; having both hands free would be great; and while she saw a lot of people tuck their guns into their jeans, it just seemed like a mistake waiting to happen to Willow. No sooner had she slipped the new magazine in than did it turn out she had missed her chance. Randall had given Mac a little backup and they had taken a second one down, and the third and final one was blocked by too many bodies for her to get a shot at it. Oh well, Willow sighed internally. I've had enough excitement today anyway. |
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| Strompy | Feb 13 2015, 02:20 AM Post #225 |
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BANG. A single loud report sounded, finishing the third biter. Brandon lowered his FAL and smiled, the weapon was like a guilty pleasure to shoot. He lingered around the gym door, keeping an eye on the hallway while the others searched. Julie took the office hallway, significantly more at ease with the pistol in her hand, even feeling kind of cool. |
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