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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Aug 31 2015, 11:57 PM Post #2611 |
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Is that so?
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Click. Willow frowned; the BAR's magazine had run dry on her. She placed the heavy machine gun aside and picked up her Ruger again. But she didn't even need to fire it. The combined fire from Annie and Brandon were enough to cause the driver of the 18-wheeler to hesitate and swerve a little bit. And as the flaming metal monstrosity did just that, the fuel leaking from the gas tank was finally ignited. The entire van rocked as an explosion rattled from the left side of the truck and incapacitated it in glorious fashion. The flaming wreckage of the 18-wheeler swiftly lost speed after that and fell farther and farther behind. They were finally done with that thing. Don't worry about the others, focus on yourself. Willow reminded herself. From behind the now crippled 18-wheeler, the final boss appeared. The hummer veered around the wreckage with one more police car and two motorcycles. They had to do something about that 50 cal. She knew that was going to be their next weapon and if they hit a crowded van like this with that thing... she didn't even want to think about it. KA-BOOM! Her best shot of the night. Granted, the hummer was moving directly toward them, but she was still satisfied that she had been able to take out the gunner of that hummer in a single shot. Unfortunately, they were not deterred. Even without their big guns, the four vehicles were intent to finish this fight now. And they were closing in fast. * * * * * Nolan crawled back to his feet. He was pretty damn unlucky -- how many times had he gotten himself hurt the past few days? Or maybe he was lucky that he was still alive and without any permanent injuries. Even as he got to his feet, he was unsteady and sore, but nothing seemed broken. With the blood running down the left side of his face though, it likely looked worse than it actually was. He wiped what he could away with his sleeve. "Jimmy..." He didn't feel like joking right now; he pointed to the crashed truck and started making his way toward it. "Antonio and Emmett... gotta get them and go." He could see Emmett still in the bed of the truck. The supplies they had in the truck with him were splayed all over the place as they crashed, but Emmett had managed to keep himself in the bed; apparently the truck hadn't flipped all the way over. He certainly did not look dead. And then he noticed a bloodied Antonio crawling out of the cab through the back window. They were both alive. Thank God. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 01:00 AM Post #2612 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Yeah, yeah,” Jimmy said. “You’re welcome, by the way.” He clicked the safety on and holstered his hand cannon, then made his way off-road to the crash. “You okay, big guy?” Jimmy asked as he neared Emmett. The big guy with the big beard was wincing as he brushed the truck’s various contents off his chest. He smelled like gas. “Not… really,” Emmett grunted his answer. Jimmy smirked. “Right. Dumb question. Can you stand?” He reached out a hand to help Emmett up. Emmett accepted, and groaned with pain as he rose. When he was on two feet, he groaned again as he unzipped his jacket – revealing that his shirt was soaked. And not with water. Not even with gasoline. Emmett and Jimmy exchanged a look – a worried one. “I’ll be fine,” Emmett said. Jimmy hoped he would be. He sort of liked the big guy. He was smart and competent and not outwardly judgmental. Hell, the same could mostly be said about the priest, even though he’s a priest, Jimmy realized. So I guess I kind of like him too. “Well come on,” Jimmy said to Emmett. “Kid’s right, we need to go.” He headed over to Antonio next. He was just as beat up – more so, probably – but he was still breathing and still capable of crawling through glass. “You too, daddio,” Jimmy said, and kneeled down to help him. “Come on. This isn’t over yet." * * * This isn’t over yet, Eli told himself. They had taken out the semi, somehow, but plenty of Cory’s men remained on the road. They weren’t down and out yet. And neither are we, Eli added. They had lost Jen – and maybe they had lost Nolan and Emmett too, and so much of what Eli had accomplished on this journey had been erased – but he couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to think about Brandon, Willow and Emily, and Annie and the kids. “Other lane!” he screamed as he ducked back into the Honda and replaced the magazine on his AR. “I can’t get a good shot from here!” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 1 2015, 01:28 AM Post #2613 |
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These guys were deceptively good. But for as good as they were, they were down to just a van and a beat up sedan against a hummer. Those were not good odds. If Darren didn't try taking a more proactive role in all of this, then they might all die. It was time for him to act. Darren swerved into the other lane like Eli had ordered to give him a better shot. As he did that though, he saw smoke start rising from the hood of the car. It was only a matter of time before this happened -- his engine had no doubt taken a few shots back in Green River. He was worried that the engine would give out, but he had hoped in vain that it would last through this fight at least. Lady Luck was not going to be so kind to him today. The engine started to cut out as it died mid-drive. "Eli, I'm losing this thing!" Darren shouted as the car started to run alongside the van. In the rear view mirror, he could see the motorcyclists charging ahead of the pack recklessly. They weren't shooting yet though. * * * * * "You're right. It's not." Antonio groaned as Jimmy helped him out of the back and to his feet. Thankfully he had bucked himself in. He was largely unhurt from the crash, save for some whiplash -- he had hit his head against something as the truck was spinning and he had a fresh wound somewhere on top of his shaved head. It hurt and it gave him a headache, but it wasn't all that bad. He just glad to see everyone else on their feet after that. He had been worried. Emmett's condition had him more concerned though. "Thank you, Jimmy." He personally thanked the man that had come to their rescue. "Don't worry about me though. I think Emmett needs the help more than I do right now." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 02:38 AM Post #2614 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When the 16-wheeler exploded, Annie could hardly believe her eyes. A couple months ago, she wouldn’t have believed them. Now, the sight of a mammoth truck thundering towards them, engulfed in flame – until the flame consumed it, and everyone on it, sending them back to the hell they had come from – well, now that’s just the kind of thing that happens. Like the rotters had happened. Like high impulse thermobaric lab explosions had happened. Like every other crazy event of these past few weeks had happened. The sound of the blast had tempted Connor and Kelsey into looking up. Annie had caught them trying, and blocked their heads with her arm. She especially didn’t want Kelsey to see – or not see as the case may have been. She didn’t want her worrying about her brother, or mourning him, until this fight was over. And it would be over soon, Annie felt. One way or another. With so many of their own already gone, the another way seemed frightening likely. * * * Eli punched the dashboard at Darren’s report. Losing speed was unacceptable. Even if there was no longer a semi to run them off the road, and even if they weren’t run off the road, he couldn’t tolerate leaving the minivan on its own. He planted himself in his seat again, and looked in the rear view. The motorcycles were pulling ahead for some reason. They were catching up. Let ‘em, Eli thought bitterly. “Take your foot off the gas, just for a second,” Eli ordered. It wasn’t much of a response to what Darren said. But it would feel good to get another gunman off their backs. Plus, he wouldn’t mind if the van got ahead of them after all. He wouldn’t mind if it got really far ahead. The idea of dying to protect the people in it wasn’t seeming so bad to him right about then. |
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| Strompy | Sep 1 2015, 03:12 AM Post #2615 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon lowered himself back inside the van, collapsing amongst their bags for a moment. Wearily he got back up into a sitting position out of their lines of fire. He saw a spray of red from the top of the humvee. Maybe it was just the endorphins but he had to marvel at the shot with pride and a little arousal. If they hadn't just lost a friend, maybe several, and were fighting for their lives he'd kiss her. Still, it reminded him why he was in love with her. "Nice shot, babe." he commented as he grabbed the BAR and began loading up a new magazine. Their attackers were undeterred though. He had to wonder how so many people could be so suicidal. Didn't they see what happened to their truck? If they wanted more though, he was gappy to oblige. He kept loading the magazine, their big guns might be their best shit at taking out that humvee. "What the fuck!?" he exclaimed as Eli and Darren fell behind. ... Emily could only watch as their attackers kept creeping up behind them. Where they had to swerve around an obstacle that truck just smashed through, and that hummer could pretty much do the same. They could lose it on a straight, but having to maneuver this brick on wheels was slowing them down, and on a bend that monstrosity could just go off road to cut acrosd without losing any speed. The sedan fell back to their side and Emily looked back in shock. As the enemy closed in on it. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 1 2015, 03:54 AM Post #2616 |
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Why take my foot off the pedal? Shouldn't I be pushing this for all it has left? Darren didn't argue though and took his foot off the gas for a moment. Eli probably didn't want to die either. Right? Darren convinced himself that was the case at least. The car slowed down a lot since it was going so fast and one of the approaching motorcyclists was not able to react in time. The car shook as the motorcyclist slammed into the back of the car and both its occupants were thrown off their bike. So that was his plan. Clever. Darren punched the gas again. * * * * * "These guys are fucking nuts." Willow muttered. Maybe they are more afraid of Cory, Willow pondered the second possibility to their madness. Or maybe... maybe they wanted to die. Maybe it was both. She wanted to feel sorry for these guys, but she didn't. Not after what they had already done. As far as she was concerned, if they wanted to die that badly, then she would oblige them. Before she could make good on that promise and line up a clean shot, the remaining cyclist opened fire. Willow ducked behind the the seat as his gun rattled and riddled the back of the van with bullets. Just more proof that they were not out of this yet at all. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 04:25 AM Post #2617 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli let out a fierce roar-like cry – one of satisfaction – when the motorcyclist bounced off the hood of the car and onto the highway. Two more of those suicidal assholes on bikes to go, he assured himself. And they are suicidal, because what other reason could they have for fucking with me and my family? It was a nice thought. A motivating thought. Eli didn’t pop out of the sunroof again, just in case they had come to expect him there. Instead, he opened the passenger’s side door and turned around in his seat, so he was sitting on his knees. He leaned out with his AR. BANGBANGBANGBANG! He let loose a volley in the motorcyclist’s direction. He thought he saw one crack into the windshield, but the driver kept going, so it must not have made it through. The gunner riding bitch re-aimed at Eli. He had to duck back inside the car, but not all the way. He still leaned out enough to fire back. BANGBANGBANG! Bullets zipped forward in both directions, none of them hitting. The driver picked up speed, the maniac. He was betting two lives that his gunner would hit Eli before Eli hit him. But neither scenario happened. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Three bullets tore through the driver’s head, bursting through one side and spitting out blood and brain on the other. Eli stopped firing, stunned. He looked around frantically for the source, found it in a shattered side window on the minivan, where a pistol was sticking out. A pistol wielded by a dark haired kid. Connor? Wow. * * * “Get down!” Annie cried. She noticed too late that Connor had slipped free of her watchful gaze. By the time she found him, he had crawled out from under the vest he and Kelsey were shielded by. He had a gun drawn and pointed out a window. She dived on him – literally tackling him to the floor, where the bullets couldn’t get to him. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 1 2015, 04:34 AM Post #2618 |
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"Did you get him!?" Kelsey asked Connor excitedly. Even though his mom had just tackled him, Kelsey was curious. Connor just stuck his head into a fight and shot his gun at the bad guys. It was pretty cool. No, it was pretty fucking cool. * * * * * Darren slammed on the gas as much as he could. The car was sputtering pretty hard. He knew it was going to die and it was going to die fast. How it was still moving was a mystery to him, but he had heard stories about the tenacity of those little Japanese cars. As of right now, it was looking like the stories weren't lying. But they were far from unstoppable. The car gained enough speed to realign itself with the van. He was successfully keeping pace with it. Behind him, the last police car and the hummer were closing in. If this car was going to die there was no way Darren could get off of it. But he did have an idea that could be one last spit in Cory's face. "I got an idea!" He shouted to Eli as loud as he could. "Get on the van! Hurry!" |
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| Strompy | Sep 1 2015, 04:38 AM Post #2619 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Argh fuck!" Brandon cried out as his right leg roared with pain. He dropped what he was doing and clutched at it. There were two nasty holes in the side, of his calf and thigh. They were bleeding of course, but not badly enough to suggest they hit an artery. If they did or didn't there wasn't anything to do about it right then, and there were still five people in the car he cared about. With shaking bloody hands he picked the BAR back up and slippeda new magazine in. He rested the machine gun on the back window sill and let of a short burst at the police cruiser. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 03:24 PM Post #2620 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli looked to Darren – at first skeptically. Get in the van? It wasn’t like either car was about to slow down. Going from one to another wasn’t really an option right now. Unless he means jump, Eli realized. In which case… “You sure?” Eli asked. If Eli switched cars – which would be a feat in itself, and he’d have to worry about that in a second – Darren would be all alone in this rapidly failing Honda. That wasn’t an enviable position. * * * “I… I think so,” Connor said from the ground. His mom had pushed him down too quickly to get a good look, but he could have sworn he saw all three of his shots hit that one biker. He was pretty sure he had killed him. He had never killed a human before, he realized. Just rotters. He wondered if he should feel bad about that. Because he definitely didn’t. He wished he could kill the rest of the bad guys too. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 1 2015, 05:38 PM Post #2621 |
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The Honda sputtered once again and more smoke rose from the engine. He could see the headlights of the hummer quickly aiming straight for him. "This thing is falling apart!" He told Eli sternly. "There's no point in both of us dying here." He was almost conceded to the fact that there was no way out of this for him. If nothing else, it was going to be quickly in a flurry of gunfire and not in some locked up backroom of a hotel. That he was okay with. He was also okay with the fact he had told Danica to stay behind. He had been right, it was safer back in Green River. And hurry your ass up, Darren added to himself. Before they get in a position to shoot at us again! |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 06:40 PM Post #2622 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli didn’t know how to react to that. His instinct was to argue. Even if Darren was right – and he wasn’t, not for sure at least – Eli wondered why it shouldn’t be the other way around. He opened his mouth to bring that point up. Instead, he closed it again. Darren had an idea, whatever it was, and he had made a choice. Just like Eli had made his choice to go to Green River. He grasped Darren’s shoulder and gave him a meaningful nod. Thank you, he said with his eyes. And good luck. He felt around for his radio, and then pressed down on the button. “Open the back door,” he said. “I’m comin’ over.” * * * Annie heard Eli’s order over the radio in the front seat. It was tough to make out over the sound of Brandon blasting away, but it sounded like he had asked them to open a door. “Get back,” Annie said, getting Connor to crawl away. She didn’t understand what Eli was going for, but she had to trust he knew what he was doing. There was no time not to. Keeping her head down, she reached out and pulled back on the handle, then pushed the door open. * * * The wind pressure slammed the door shut immediately. Eli had to lean into the radio again. “Keep it open!” he said. A moment later, it opened again. This time, Annie leaned out to keep it in place. Eli frowned at the precarious position he had put her in. Instead of obsessing over it, he left the radio in the car, then grabbed Darren’s backpack and zipped it up. He opened his own door with one arm, and gestured to it with the other. Annie seemed confused, but nodded back, and was ready when he tossed it over the gap. Then Eli got up. He balanced himself on the edge of the car, grabbing the handhold above the window to keep him in place. Eli turned back to Darren. He was concentrating on driving, on keeping the cars as close as possible without risking them colliding. When he turned back, Annie had tossed his pack further in. She seemed to get what he was going for now. Her look didn’t inspire confidence. He held up three fingers. Then two. Then one. Then he jumped. Annie pinned her back against the front seat, getting out of the way while still holding the door open. Eli rolled inside. Annie shut the door behind him. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Sep 1 2015, 07:24 PM Post #2623 |
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Holy shit, he made it! Darren was, admittedly, a little surprised by that revelation. He thought jumping between cars was only the kind of thing you saw in action movies. Though there was significantly less flair in that jump than there was in the movies. He had still made it though. And not a moment too soon. He let go of the gas and let the car decelerate. He only had one shot at this, so he had to make it work. The last two vehicles were closing in fast. The hummer would roll him over easily, but he could take care of the police car at least. The police car pulled ahead and he saw a rifle stick out of the window and aim toward the van. Darren veered his failing car to the side and slammed into the left front corner police cruiser with everything the little Honda had. The sound of crunching metal and screeching tires filled Darren's ear drums. He turned the steering wheel harder to the right. The police cruiser overpowered the Honda easily, but that was hardly the point. Darren had the superior position -- after locking himself against the cruiser all he had to do was turn and give the car as much gas as it had left in it. He heard gunfire erupt around him, but tried not to focus on it. When the police car realized that they were going to be guided off road, they slammed on their brakes. Slammed too hard at too odd of an angle. The police cruiser skid uncontrollably across the ground and went off the road of its own accord. It's wheels got stuck in a ditch off the road and ended up flipping the car upside down. The Honda followed suit a moment later, but thankfully did not flip over after hitting the ditch. Instead, it merely crashed and Darren was greeted with a face full of airbag. Hah! I'm alive! He was pretty excited about that idea. He had survived! The hummer had completely disregarded the police car and focused entirely on the van, while the guys in the police cruiser were likely out for the count. Of course, he didn't want to take any chances. He grabbed for the handgun in his bag. Then he grabbed the radio with the other hand. "I got 'em." Darren assured whoever was on the other end. "Good luck." * * * * * Willow was vaguely aware of Eli jumping into the van with them. But she didn't pay it much heed, right now they had a bigger problem. The hummer was just about on top of them. And this thing was scarier up close than it had been before. The dead gunner had been removed, but nobody was apparently brave enough to replace him yet. Normally Willow would consider that a lucky break, but that thing could probably easily crush them like a monster truck. And it was faster than the 18-wheeler. KA-BOOM! Willow's rifle fired off another shot. Click. And that had been her 5th shot. She needed a reload. * * * * * The powerful echo of a sniper rifle blew through the window of the hummer in one shot. From the corner of his eye, Cory saw the man behind him react violently. He must have gotten hit with that shot. A lucky shot, no doubt, but luck was a part of winning. Not even the bullet-resistant glass can stop that gun. And that sound... it sounds familiar. The headlights shone into the back of the van. For a brief moment, a woman with pink hair and holding a sniper rifle was illuminated by them, before she ducked behind the seats. He also saw a beat up man with blonde hair. The one from Green River? So they were together. And that woman... how many pink hair women were running around with a sniper rifle like that? His thoughts drifted back to Flint. He had seen her for only a moment between the trees, but it was the same unmistakable gunshot. The same people as back then. The thought had struck him before, but he thought it too unlikely to meet up with this group of people again. And yet... here they were? That meant that they had snagged even bigger fish than he had thought before. There was no way he could back down from this now. Not as though that was ever an option for him in the first place. Do they still have the cure? He wondered. Only one way to find out. Cory's grin became uncomfortably wide. He ducked his body down to make himself harder to hit and slammed the hummer into the van. Hard. |
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| Strompy | Sep 1 2015, 10:19 PM Post #2624 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily struggled to maintain control of the van as it lurched forward. She had to keep this thing moving or the thing would crush them completely. She didn't see a lot of options, that thing was too heavy and fast for their burdened van. Defensive driving driving was one thing but this was like pig fleeing a grizzly bear. They had to do something drastically. "Darren. Did your people take out anymore bridges in this area?" she asked over the radio. ... "All alone now, Cory. Isn't this usually where you start running?" Brandon mused to himself as he got back up. He leveled his BAR at the driver's side windshield and unloaded. The more Cory had to keep his head down like that the harder it would be for him to drive. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Sep 1 2015, 11:11 PM Post #2625 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Are you…?” Eli didn’t need her to finish the question. “I’m fine,” he said. And he really was. Surprisingly. But the fight wasn’t over. Emily was saying something over the radio – Darren made it too, he guessed – and Brandon was saying something to no one in particular and both were acting. Eli needed to do the same. “I’ll take that,” he said, gesturing to the carbine lying nearby. She handed it to him without argument. He checked the magazine briefly to make sure it had some rounds left. When he saw it did, he clicked it back into place, and then leaned out the broken window. He started squeezing the trigger at the hummer, adding his fire to Brandon and Willow’s. |
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