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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (71,057 Views)
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"Never thought I'd be glad to hear that." Brandon joked dryly.

He visibly relaxed as they passed the bridge, sitting down with his back to the cab and resting his rifle on his lap. Finally he allowed himself a little comfort against the cold air by pulling his hood up. He wondered a moment about the horde headed south. Was that somebody dying out there? Were those rotters descending on a camp right now?

There was a pang of conscience at their passing by, but worse then that was the sense of powerlessness. What could they have possibly done even if there were people in trouble. No, they were doing something. They had the cure and they were going to end this. He had abandoned cautioning himself against disappointment, the way he saw it it was only right that it be real. The cure was what they deserved. After all they had suffered they deserved to be saved, it was not too much to ask.
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The group continued through the graveyard of cars, their opening criss-crossing them through to ‘Gate 1’ of customs, on the far left. Again, Eli almost felt like the road was twisty and narrow on purpose. He thought about how rotters would have a tough time navigating it, and how they’d probably end up clustered together at the end. Then he caught a whiff of something, and his mind wandered.

“Roll the window down a bit,” Eli asked out loud.

When Randall complied, the smell became instantly more pungent, and Eli was even more sure he recognised it. It was the smell of bodies burning, he realized. It brought him right back to the aftermath of the attack on the country club, when he had smelled it for practically 12 hours straight.

“Something’s not right,” he said.

Ahead, Mac’s truck had reached the booth of the checkpoint and came to a stop. Eli frowned.

* * *

There was a motorcycle laying sideways on the road ahead of the booth, but Mac didn’t let the temporary obstacle get him down. After all, it least wasn’t a fallen motorhome. All he would have to do is pick it up and roll it out of the way.

“I’ll take care of this,” he said with a nod to Glenda. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door to the truck. Then he reached over and retrieved his new shotgun, which lay safely behind his and Glenda’s seats.

He emerged from the pickup with it, and closed the door behind him. He leaned over to address Brandon in the back.

“Don’t worry, man, this’ll just take a second,” he said.

He turned around and took a step towards the fallen bike.

* * *

BANG!

Eli blinked and his fists tightened as the gunshot rang out. Right before his eyes, he saw blood and brain matter spray sideways, and then he saw Mac topple like a tree. His large frame fell on the hood of his truck, and then bounced off to the cold concrete below.

It took Eli a second to realize Mac wasn’t getting up, and then his surprise shifted to rage. He felt his blood boil and his fists tighten harder. Anger hissed and screeched in every cell of his body.

“Weapons!” a voice shouted out, sounding serious and impatient. “Throw your weapons out of the cars now!”

When Eli shifted his gaze just a little, he saw a hunting rifle appear from the window of the booth. It was pointed at the truck. He saw an arm holding a metallic handgun poke out of the next window. His eyes shifted again, and he saw an unkempt man wielding a pump shotgun appear in the door to the office on the opposite side.

More movement caught his attention as more rifle barrels appeared from the upper windows of the office. Even more, another unkempt man was now visible on the roof of the adjacent office. He was holding another rifle with a scope and aiming it at the SUV. It was happening too fast to get a headcount.

Eli's eyes returned to Mac. Blood leaked out of the hole in his head and he lay still.

“Now!” the voice from the booth repeated, sounding more urgent. “Drop your weapons! That was – that was to show you that we are fucking serious! Weapons now or we shoot!”

He didn’t sound as convincing about the second part. Eli couldn’t think about that right now. All he could think about was his anger. It threatened to erupt like a volcano. Fury was sweeping over him.
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All along the bridge, Randall had been cautious. They had passed the telltale signs of human resistance, but he had hoped he was wrong. And now that hope was dashed with Mac, dead on the ground with a hole in his head.

Under normal circumstances, Randall would consider a surrender here. After all, this would be a difficult fight to win; the enemy had an unknown number of assailants and they were willing to kill. If they surrendered, however, there was no guarantee of their safety. These people could not be trusted. Mac had been a good man; a real good man. He was not about to let these bastards get away with this. Despite the hellfire in his veins and the anger that gripped at his heart, it was strange that it did not control him like it had in the past. He was enraged and he was scared, but his group needed him right now. He quickly scanned the battlefield. Their numbers were not as great as he had initially though and there was enough cover down here to give them a fighting chance.

"Kelsey." He addressed his daughter, who sat in the passenger side seat, her face pale. She slowly looked to him. "Get down, close your eyes, and stay hidden. The rest of you; make sure you stay behind cover. If you have a rifle, take out their snipers if you see a shot. But prioritize your own safety ahead of that. And don't stop until every single one of these assholes is dead."

Randall reached over and grabbed Kelsey's rifle. It was a low caliber, but enough to kill someone; and Kelsey wouldn't be using it for this fight. This was a line that he had no problems drawing for her.

"We can't all stay in the SUV, but we can use the doors and nearby cars as cover." Randall took a deep breath and scanned the inside of the SUV. His blood was still boiling hot, and he could barely wait to get revenge for Mac. "Alright everyone... in three... two... one..."

Before Randall could complete his countdown, gunfire sounded out, pounding into the SUV from both directions.
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Just like that, Mac was dead. It was insanity. Who just kills somebody to make a point? These people had no intention of letting them go, they were murderers. They could have shot them all though. Did they not have much ammo? We're they just nervous? Brandon agonized over what to do, there was an SUV full of people abd they sitting ducks.

He scutinized their faces. There was a conspiratorial look in Randall's eyes. They wrre planning something. You don't plan how to surrender; they were planning a fight. Brandon leaned in towards Glenda and addressed her through the rear window.

"Glenda. Just like back the lodge." he said and hoped she understood.

From where she was she could hit the gas and push that bike right out of the way. He'd open fire. A distraction to give yhe others a brief moment to move.

As soon as the shooting started Brandon yelled.

"PUNCH IT!"

Brandon opened fire at the window with the rifleman, there was a scream amid the popping of gunfire and shattering glass.
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When the shooting started, Eli ducked and stayed low. Beside him, Jeff did the same.

The gunfire stopped for a moment. One of their attackers started shouting again.

“I said hand over your weapons! There will be no more –”

Eli could no longer contain his wrath. It detonated inside of him, and when he got back up his Supergrade was drawn. With his other arm, he shoved a terrified-looking Jeff down into a crouch. He raised his firing arm over him, aiming it out the window towards the source of the gunfire.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

He shot three times at the window of the booth, and he was rewarded by the sound of glass breaking. Eli’s teeth were bared and his eyebrows were lowered.

“Now! Go!” he yelled.
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As soon as Eli started his retaliatory fire, the wheels on the truck started screeching as the truck surged forward. Glenda must have made her way to the wheel and taken control of it, gunning it out of the crossfire as quickly as she could, plowing right over Mac's body and the motorcycle as it careened recklessly through the checkpoint, Brandon spraying bullets as they went.

All Randall could do was hope Glenda and Brandon would be okay; but between the truck and Eli, they had been given an opportunity to fight back. And not only that, an opportunity to get into a better position where they weren't so exposed. There were cars, yes, but if Randall could get the SUV by the booth, the roof of the gate would keep them safe from some of their rifle fire. He didn't like it, but now that the truck was out of the way, it was a much better idea.

He floored the pedal and took off behind the truck, aiming his Beretta out the window and spraying bullets at the man with the shotgun.
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Gunfire rattled out constantly now, much like it did back at the rec center gym. This was much worse and much scarier, however. This time, they weren't the only ones with the guns.

"Stay down!" Eli yelled at Jeff, as the bearded man tried to sit up straight.

Eli had to push him down on his back. A moment later, Jeff tried to get up again. He looked a little dazed, like he was having trouble processing the situation. Eli realized he couldn't rely on him to be much help.

"Stay down!" he repeated more forcefully, and this time he elbowed Jeff in the back. Jeff complied.

CRASH! A shot from somewhere Eli couldn't pinpoint shattered the window on Eli's side, spraying glass at the back of his head. He spun around in his seat and fired back through the opening.

BLAM! BLAM! He unleashed two shots in that direction. When he did, he saw the man in the office doorway -- the one with the shotgun -- fall backwards, blood fanning from his chest.

Ahead, the windows to the customs booth had been blown apart. There was a break in the gunfire from that direction. The people inside were either dead or taking cover.

Taking cover, Eli realized a moment later, when two figures popped out, including the one with the hunting rifle. They aimed forward, at the red truck that was speeding away over the debris. They opened fire again.

Meanwhile, the SUV was out of range of some of their attackers now, but not all. There was another crashing sound as the window on the back of the SUV was penetrated. Then Eli couldn't know for sure, but he could swear a bullet flew past his ear.

BLAM! He fired again at the office, at a window where he had seen a head pop up. He didn't wait to find out if he hit anything. Instead, he dropped his pistol in the middle seat beside him, then dived backwards, over the back seat of the SUV. He rolled off them and into the trunk.

Almost immediately, he found what he was looking for amid the various supplies they had packed tight back there. With both hands, he gripped the Ruger Gunsite Scout first, and hoisted it over. He dropped it in the backseat, probably bouncing it off Jeff's back.

"Willow!" he cried, hoping she'd get the hint.

Next, he found his AR-15. He rose to his knees and aimed over the cover of the backseat.

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!
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For Willow there was always good news to go with the bad news. The bad news was that they were being shot at by a bunch of people with the intent to kill them; but at least she didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore.

Every fiber of her being told her to panic; in every fight, flight or freeze response she had, she always chose flight. Running was the one thing she had been good at; when people started raising from the dead, she ran away from them at every turn; when the lodge was under siege, all she could do was run. But here, trapped in a metal coffin being showered by gunfire, there was no escape. Running from a zombie was easier than running from a man with a gun. Running meant to die. Freezing meant to die. The only response left was the one Willow had only recently become acquainted with.

Fight or die.

Her entire body was against the idea, she wanted to curl into a ball and hide. But there was one thing that she wanted even less than that. To die, like Mac just had. Backed into a corner, Willow disappeared and was replaced with a wild animal that only had one directive; survive. Pale, shaking, afraid, and with pants full of her own urine, she instinctively grabbed the Ruger that Eli had thrown from the back.

Fight or die.

She spotted the men firing weapons at the red truck that Brandon and Glenda were in. She never would have imagined shooting anyone in her entire life, yet here, in this situation, she pointed her rifle out of one of the shattered windows and took aim down the scope.

BANG!

The man with the hunting rifle dropped like a sack of potatoes as one of the rounds pierced his skull. Dropped like Mac had dropped.

Fight or die.

She pulled back on the bolt action lever, loading a new round into the chamber.

BANG!

The second man went down as well when the bullet punched a hole through his chest. She needed to fight, it was kill or be killed. She repeated the mantra over and over again in her head, fearing that if she stopped thinking about it for even a single second, she would revert back to a crying little girl and try to hide.
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"No!" A pained voice cried over the battle, but Eli paid it no attention.

White hot anger continued to pulse through his veins as he let loose with the assault rifle at the office. A body popped up in the window and he adjusted his aim. The body spun around 180 degrees then dropped out of sight in a spray of red. It happened quick, but Eli was sure he got him in the shoulder, maybe even closer to the neck. It gave him a pang of satisfaction. It wasn't like back at the wine shop in Mount Kisco, when he had to put down that panicked soldier.

These fuckers killed Mac, he told himself, and then told himself again like it was a mantra. This whole situation had unfolded so fast and so unexpectedly, he could barely process it as it was happening. The only thing keeping him focused was reminding himself of that.

When the two bodies in the booth went down, Eli saw it in his peripheral vision, and he was hit by more pangs of satisfaction. He also ran out of ammo, so he had to duck back into the truck.

He could hear himself panting, but could barely register that it was him doing it. He focused on changing the magazine, as Brandon had briefly instructed him the morning before leaving that creepy house in the woods.

He popped out again when he was ready. Gunfire was still blasting frequently, both at the SUV and from it. Eli swiveled, looking for a target. In his periphery, he could see the shadows of the rooftop shooters moving as they got into a better position. In front of him, he saw another door to the office building open. Another ragged-looking man emerged from it with a pistol. He immediately opened fire at the SUV as he ran for cover. Eli fired back.

Then another man emerged, then a woman, also ragged looking. They ran for cover and raised their weapons.

Another figure appeared in a window above. A young man, it looked like. He had a beanie and a dirty t-shirt with some words -- a band name or something, Eli couldn't make it out -- written in a stylish font. He also had a rifle.

"How many of these motherfuckers are there!?" Eli cried out over his own gunfire.

The young man in the window fired, and the shot hit the seat Eli was taking cover behind. It punched through it and came out on the other side an inch from Eli's waist. It was close enough to shock him, and make him take cover. His anger faded just enough for him to think for a moment.

"We have to get out of here!" he yelled to Randall. "They'll overrun us!"
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Brandon and the shooters in the windows clumsily exchanged fire. The fact he was moving made it difficult for both parties, the bullets flying in both directions compounded the problem. He showered them with broken glass and siezed the opening it gave him to disembark and seek cover. As he leapt over thr side he felt a shock go through his body and collapsed mid jump, landing face first. He quickly scrambled to his feet and saw his assailant. The shooter on the roof was chambering another round. Brandon brought his rifle up and fired in a motion that was almost like flinging the bullet at him.

It hit the man in the leg and he toppled forward, catching the ledge before he fell. He looked up at Brandon for a split second.

Don't freeze.

Brandon fired, ending a man's life without a doubt. There was no time to process what was happening. Brandon continued pouring on suppressive fire, adrenaline dulling his awareness of his abdominal wound which had begun bleeding profusely.

"Glenda!? he called out to check on her as he took cover behind the truck.
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As more of them poured from the building, Randall's hopes of avenging Mac were starting to look more and more distant. He wanted to make these bastards pay for killing Mac. He remembered how Mac had helped out so much during the early days of the disaster. Had Mac stayed behind, Randall was going to pass the mantle of leadership to him. Sure, he was brash and headstrong, but just like on the bridge, he knew how far he could push the envelope.

They had been lucky so far. Randall knew that; in that situation they should have been dead, but they were getting lucky. The car had been hit with so many rounds, and Randall had only been grazed on his right shoulder; he could feel the warm blood sticking his clothes to his skin, but it didn't hurt. It didn't bother him. But Eli was right. They couldn't keep fighting. With Glenda's quick thinking to drive away, the road had been cleared for Randall and everyone else to escape. Even though Mac was dead, it was not worth losing anyone else. Especially not his daughter.

"Dammit!" Randall shouted.

He shifted the car into drive.

"KEEP LOW EVERYONE!" He wasn't sure if anyone could hear him over the gunfire, but it was all he said before flooring the gas pedal.
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"I-I'm fine." Glenda responded to Brandon.

She stayed low; very low. When Mac went down and they were held hostage, she ducked low. She drove away while barely sticking her head above the dashboard; a risky but necessary move. Even as the bullets ripped through the vehicle and shattered her in broken glass, she kept the truck moving forward. Recklessly so, but thankfully she made it through the gate and on the other side, where she was eventually more comfortable getting fully in the driver's seat, where she sat now.

While Glenda was troubled and disturbed over his death, she was more worried about getting everyone else out in one piece.

"Are you okay back there?"
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"I'm shot." Brandon informed her the extent of his knowledge.

Brandon reloaded. More of them were coming out of the building. He leveled his rifle and resumed firing. One of them went down, if it were out of panic or if they were hit he didn't know. The SUV revved as Randall hit the gas. Brandon maintained fire on anyone who dared to show a hint of their presence. After all this they had to run, it stuck in his craw. He spared a glance at Mac's body. They were leaving him behind... he made his way to the truck and got in the passenger side.

"We're leaving." he said solemnly.
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Eli rolled back over into the back seat, where Jeff still had his head down. Eli didn’t worry about that right now. Instead, he rested the barrel of the assault rifle on the back of the seat, and looked for targets behind them as they sped through the customs booth.

When they emerged on the other side, they were greeted by another hail of bullets. Eli looked up to see the shooters from the roof had found a better position, and they were unloading on the SUV. Eli had to duck again.

BANGBANGBANG. His ears rang as the rounds kept coming. When he finally looked up, he could see the ambushers running through the checkpoint after them, chasing them on foot.

“Hurry up!” he called, firing a few rounds back at their pursuers unsuccessfully.

Their pursuers fired back and he ducked. Then he heard a loud ‘pop’ as one of their tires went. At the same time, Randall had no choice but to turn and avoid another waiting car up ahead. Eli suddenly felt oddly weightless. He had enough time to realize what was happening, but not enough time to do anything about it.

The SUV tipped over onto sideways as it turned, while momentum kept propelling it forward down the expansive lot. Everyone inside that wasn’t buckled up was thrown violently when it first hit the ground, and then thrown again when it rolled over all the way and landed upside down.

The vehicle skidded along the concrete for several meters, as Eli and Jeff settled into a tangle in the flipped over backseat. When it finally stopped, Eli was more stunned than hurt. When his eyes refocused, he could see some glass had gotten in his arm, but if he was in pain it wasn’t registering yet.

Of more importance was what he could see through the window. A long distance away, he could see some legs. They were upside down, but they were headed in his direction – the SUV’s direction. We have to get out of here, Eli thought.

“Move,” he said, pushing Jeff, who looked mostly okay at first sight -- just even more shocked than he was before. “Move!”
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"FUCK!" Brandon cursed as he leapt out of the truck once again a cold panic seizing him as the SUV rolled.

He took cover around the corner of the building and opened fire on the shooters upstairs. Thee was a visible spray of blood on the window after one of his shots and he guessed he'd hit somebody in the neck. The pursuers on foot caught sight of him, they had already raised their guns by the time he saw them. He swung his rifle just as the first crumpled in pain. A series of pops came from the SUV.

Laying on her stomach Julie fired off several rounds at the pursuers, hitting one of them several times in the chest. She'd been almost frozen during the fight so far, unable to do much from where she sat. Now on the roof of the car she had luckily gained an angle on their attackers. Bits of glass stuck in her cheek painfully but they were only superficial. She had hit her head hard though and her ears rang, adrenaline was the only thing that kept her conscious.

"Are you people insane!? Just back the fuck off!" Brandon yelled.
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