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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 12 2015, 07:40 PM Post #511 |
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Is that so?
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"Do you see anything, Willow?" Randall wanted to be sure before they moved out. The pink-haired woman got onto one knee, scanning everything she could see between the trees on the college. She hummed softly before answering; "I see a few rotters stumbling around. I think those are corpses in the parking lot... and it's hard to see clearly, but it looks like some windows are broken." Randall frowned. "Shit, dead rotters?" "It looks like they've been there a while." Willow continued. "The place looks... pretty abandoned. I think we're still okay." "Just be careful." Randall sighed. There were no rotters that noticed them, no sounds from the college that sat menacingly on the other side of the field. Barely even a sound from the wildlife existed; the eerie silence that hung over them Randall found to be almost unnerving in and of itself. It was something he never got used to. Still, they followed the road, occasionally stopping to have Willow look through the scope of her rifle and report back the exact same thing she had before. As they approached the side entrance, Randall was beginning to believe that this place really was abandoned. It wasn't until they arrived that he was certain of it. They entered a large clearing and found themselves staring at the back garage; or 'Police Vehicle Operations' as a dilapidated sign informed them. It really looked like an old, locked up garage as far as Randall was concerned; but with small pathways encircling it and departing to other parts of the facility beyond. Just beyond the garage were two different parking lots, mostly vacant save for a few police cars, and a long, narrow building that looked like a shooting range. Even from this distance, Randall could make out what looked like a war zone coming from the shooting range; the main entrance to it was littered with old rotter corpses, a few still 'living' ones meandering around it. Even though they were a few hundred feet away from said entrance, one of the rotters must have caught a glimpse of them over the field; it started to hobble towards everyone, drawing the others behind him along. "Shit..." Willow commented, raising her eyes from her Ruger. "Those rotters are wearing police uniforms..." |
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| Strompy | Mar 12 2015, 08:50 PM Post #512 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Well, that's a good sign for us at least. If this were a camp they'd keep it clear of deadites. The cops are the ones most likely to be using this place, if they're dead then their stuff is up for grabs." Julie thought out loud. She drew her kukri in anticipation. Brandon sidled up to Max as they walked and leaned over to whisper to him. "I'm sorry about the lack of faith, everyone's still freaked out after we lost our man. Just want you to know you're cool in my book. I owe you for patching me up." he extended an overdue welcome. If Max were a threat he could have made a move by now. It wouldn't have been too hard to filch some supplies and make a run for it. He was a smart guy, he had to recognise that his chances eere significantly better if he stayed with them. He also hadn't pointed a gun at anyone or expressed open distrust. So far he'd given them no reason for suspicion that he could see. It might just be the way he spoke that put people off, it made him seem haughty and unrelatable. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 12 2015, 10:09 PM Post #513 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Yeah," Jeff responded to Julie, half-sarcastically and half-not. Even he wasn't quite sure. "Hooray for dead cops." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 12 2015, 10:45 PM Post #514 |
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Maxwell glanced back at Brandon. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I can't say I don't understand the suspicion though. The world has gone downhill. I will bear with it though, regardless of my treatment here, it is much safer than to be wandering out there alone. And, admittedly..." Maxwell paused briefly. He looked out at the slowly approaching rotters and gripped the axe tightly in his hands. A slight smile crawling onto his lips. "Admittedly, much more interesting as well." "Looks like six." Willow announced. "And eight of us." Randall stated the obvious. Injured as they were, Randall did not want to have everyone go into melee range to take them out with knives. Glenda was the only uninjured person who Randall knew could take one in a fight. Everyone else was either in poor shape or untested. He didn't want to throw everybody into that kind of fray, nor did he want Willow firing off her large caliber rifle and attracting them from all around. "Willow, you still have that silenced weapon, right?" "Er, yeah?" She tapped the holstered HK45 at her waist. "Good, you're on standby along with... well... everyone else. So, Kelsey. Jeff." Randall placed a heavy hand on Jeff's shoulder. "I never thought I would say this, but do you want to shoot some dead cops? This might be as good a chance as any to test out your shooting skills. You never know when a little bit of polished aim will come in handy; I think this is as good a time as any to get that practice in. If any get too close, we will deal with them, so no pressure?" |
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| Strompy | Mar 12 2015, 11:40 PM Post #515 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"You too." Brandon said to Julie steering her by the shoulders in line with the others. It was time to show her a solid one handed stance. He stood her so she was facing the rotters squarely, then brought her right arm up and fully extended in front of her. Her damaged wrist meant she already had her left atm tucked against her chest, the right position for the stance. With his foot he nudged her feet into the right position and told her to keep her knees slightly bent and put her weight on her right foot. Julie swallowed hard, more out of a fear of having audience than anything. Even when she shot competitively she had a problem with people watching, but people watching while she was still just learning something was even more unnerving. Plus the zombies didn't help. "We're your friends, it's okay to mess up in front of us." Brandon said to them as they readied themselves. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 13 2015, 12:31 AM Post #516 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Sure. You don't know how much I've been waiting for this," Jeff said, digging out his .22 and taking a deep breath. "I got the one on the left." He was nervous as hell, but not nearly so nervous as this morning. With every encounter with these things, he got a little less excited. It was an encouraging feeling. He steadied his whole body as he assumed the stance Brandon taught him. Body squared to the target, feet shoulder width apart, left foot ahead of the other. He braced his arms and relaxed his shoulders. His eyes settled on the leftmost lumbering rotter in police attire. He fired first. BANG! The shot went over the rotter's shoulder. BANG! The shot went into the rotter's arm, which spurted blood in response. BANG! No idea where that shot went. Jeff narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His frustration mounted. He worried that he'd never get good at this. He worried he was far-sighted or near-sighted, or had something wrong with his vision or reflexes. He worried that when it really counted, he'd still be choking like this. BANG! The shot tore through the rotter's face, right above the edge of his eye. The rotter crumpled upon his next step. Jeff's whole face lit up in pleasant surprise. "Coming straight from the underground!" he cheered. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 13 2015, 01:38 AM Post #517 |
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Is that so?
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"Hah! Nice shot." Randall praised Jeff. "Over 100 feet too!" Randall watched the first rotter of the bunch crumple like a cheap suitcase. It had taken him a few shots, but Jeff eventually got the shot he needed to boost his confidence. While no expert on guns, Randall could see the improvement happening. "Alright, 5 more." Nearby, he saw Willow slid place the Ruger on the ground and withdraw the HK. Just in case. |
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| Strompy | Mar 13 2015, 02:02 AM Post #518 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I've got right." Julie announced. Julie exhaled and sqeezed the trigger. The shot wide of her target, hitting it in the neck instead of the head. The next shot hit it in the face, putting a neat little hole in its cheek. Another shot missed, and then another. Finally a shot connected, punching through its eye and dropping it like a sack of potatos. She refrained from congratulating herself until she could take them out in one. She was always reserved when it came to this sort of thing. The rotters were closer now, she was able to drop her next target in three. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 13 2015, 07:31 AM Post #519 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff smiled wider at the praise, then focused on his next target. He shuffled in place, finding his stance again. They were closer now, he figured this should be easier. BANG! His shot thudded into the rotter's neck, just above where its black armor ended. It would have been a good shot if it was a foot or so higher. As the rotter continued lumbering forward, undaunted, Jeff raised his arm and took another shot. BANG! The bullet ripped into the bridge of the rotter's nose, which must have been just high enough because its head jerked backwards and the rotter fell limply onto its ass. "That's right, bitch!" Jeff celebrated. There were just two left in the middle. Jeff aimed again, going for a third. When he squeezed the trigger, though, he was rewarded only with a click. He was out of ammo. Disappointed, he holstered his pistol. He grabbed the handle of his hunting knife, which was holstered next to it. He was thankful then that Brandon's parents had so much of the knives -- and the leather holsters -- to go around. He hadn't had to use his yet, but he supposed he'd eventually need some practice with it too. |
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| Strompy | Mar 13 2015, 08:09 AM Post #520 |
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Brandon was glad to see such an improvement in the others. Julie was quiet which struck him as strange, he supposed that was just how she was when she concentrated. Jeff on the other hand was having a blast and being very vocal about it. Brandon was most interested in how Kelsey would go. He looked at her with a little concern as she hadn't fired a shot yet. Teaching her things in particular had been strangely rewarding. He took a knee next to her. "Everything okay?" he whispered. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 13 2015, 02:11 PM Post #521 |
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Kelsey looked at Jeff, then leaned in in close to Brandon. "Jeff is having a lot of fun." She replied with a smile. "But I guess he's out of bullets now, so I can try without feeling bad." Kelsey fell onto one knee and raised her youth rifle. She remembered to press it into her shoulder to stabilize it; she remembered to look down the sights calmly; she remembered to exhale just before pulling the trigger. BANG! Her body remained steady, but the bullet missed. She really had no idea where it had gone. BANG! Got the rotter right in the chest, which didn't really slow it down with the armor it was wearing on. BANG! The third shot struck home! Right above the rotter's left eye is where she thought the bullet hit. It wavered for a moment before it fell face forward without another movement. One left. It was about 20 feet away or so. To her side, she saw Willow ready her own weapon, but a quick hand from Randall stopped her. "Not yet." Kelsey aimed at the rotter's head. This was a close range shot; this should be easy. But Kelsey also didn't want to embarrass herself, so she pretended like it was a farther shot. She took her time lining up the sights, and then fired as only when she felt comfortable with the shot. 10 feet away. BANG! The rotter fell backwards; a single shot through the head. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 13 2015, 02:58 PM Post #522 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff relaxed his grip on his knife handle when the last of the six rotters went down. "Goddamn, Kels, you're a natural," he said. "Real nice work. You should feel good. You just took out a few mindlessly violent thugs with no respect for people's rights and freedoms. Plus, they were rotters." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 13 2015, 03:07 PM Post #523 |
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"They were really close though." Kelsey waved off the praise, but couldn't hide the grin regardless. And it was true; that last one had been very close. It seemed almost silly to get praised; although she wasn't certain if Jeff was being genuine or just trying to encourage her. Probably both. "Your shots were a lot farther than mine. And I have a rifle." "I think you enjoyed that way too much, Jeff." Randall seemed far more amused at it than annoyed. |
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| Strompy | Mar 13 2015, 06:31 PM Post #524 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon's grin was almost as big as Kelsey's. Just like with the rabbit she skinned earlier she'd done something he showed her how to do. It was a surge of pride in the knowledge he helped teach her something that could save her life. He wordlessly gave her shoulder a little squeeze, like his dad used to do when he got something right, and got to his feet. Brandon took a little time to consider the place. What Max had said about this place being a good spot to hole up was right. They had flat ground to see anything that approached, the farm land nearby was vast, with enough people they could set up a couple of satellite farming camps to be able to feed a large population. No walls though, that was a critical short coming over Mt. Kisco. A simple barrier was immensely valuable... How long would it take everyone at Mt. Kisco to build a barrier if they were here? They could salvage fencing from the surrounding area and then reinforce it... Pipe dreams, and irrelevant anyway. Once they delivered the cure they wouldn't need walls anymore. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 14 2015, 09:53 PM Post #525 |
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Randall leaned down to inspect the closest of the officers; the one Kelsey had shot not far away. A quick pat down revealed that he was hardly as well equipped as a real cop would be, he had spent enough time around Roland to know that for sure. No body armor, no sidearms, not even a nameplate or a badge. They were the definition of policemen in training; bare bones in their equipment. Their holsters were also empty; so they had either been looted, or their weapons were back where they had died. He hoped that it was the second. "Let's check out the shooting range." Randall was feeling far more confident. As they got closer, the college looked abandoned. It was strange to think that a place that was overrun by rotters felt safer than a place with humans living in it. "Ugh, I can never get used to the smell of zombies." Maxwell protested as they approached the entrance to the shooting range. At least 20 long-dead rotter bodies littered the ground with presumably more inside. "Zombies? That's a new one." Willow commented. "Y-yes. Zombies. You know, after Haitian belief?" "Sounds familiar." "Yes, well, the concept is fairly complicated, but at it's core a zombie was a person that was brought back from the dead by a sort of tribal necromancer to act as an unwilling servant of the one who brought him or her back." Maxwell explained rather animatedly. "Of course, all reported incidents back then were proven to be induced by psychoactive drugs... but nevertheless I thought the term... oddly fitting." "Yeah..." Willow sorrowfully agreed. Randall tip toed around the corpses, always cautious, but none of them made so much as a move. As Randall pushed the door to the outdoor shooting range open, two more zombies surged out from inside, forcing Randall to jump back. They both quickly tripped over the corpses of their fellow rotters and got tangled on the ground. Despite that, their glazed over eyes were fixated on Randall, still reaching out for him despite their inability to really move. "Sad fucking creatures..." Randall sadly mused. |
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