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| Strompy | Mar 16 2015, 07:23 AM Post #541 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"It had to be said, he left it wide open." Julie consoled Willow. She liked that everyone was trying to keep positive. She had a feeling they did it for themselves as much as each other. Like her, they'd all seen their share of heavy shit and pretty much everyone there was alone now. Only Kelsey and Randall still had somebody they loved left, and they'd just lost Elaine. What was it like to lose your wife? How do you keep going in the face of all this after something like that? In some ways it was easier on Julie, she lost Kevin and that hurt a lot, in a situation like this those three weeks they had were more significant than the three months they had before. Even so, as horrible as it was to admit, she still didn't love him. He was a great guy and she felt that he loved her but for whatever reason she didn't fully reciprocate. Her family were in L.A. and chances were they were dead now, but probably dead, as distressingly uncertain as it was, was not dead. Mac she'd only known a day, even so something about that guy was so likable... A brave face was a necessity. A brave face and some people to trust. She was in Canada now, just like she originally planned, she could take off north as suicidal as that would be just then. The prospect of leaving just felt all kinds of wrong though. "Always." Brandon replied to Randall, with simple confidence. "Never." Julie replied dryly and readied her pistol. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 16 2015, 10:44 AM Post #542 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"As I'm gonna get," Jeff said. He tightened his grip on his knife, and held it in what he hoped was a combat ready stance. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 16 2015, 07:42 PM Post #543 |
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Is that so?
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With the M9 in his free hand, Randall pushed open the door. To his surprise, it was unlocked and opened rather easily. He imagined under normal circumstances, this room would be locked down from the outside. Of course, these were anything but normal circumstances. Despite the sunlight afforded on this brisk autumn day, the interior was only dimly lit from the natural light outside. Nevertheless, it was fairly clear what they were looking at; a large workshop. There were a lot of large tables scattered through the room in front of an instructor's table and whiteboard. A few disassembled weapons could be seen on the tables themselves, but none of them looked like they could be put together to create a full weapon anymore. A variety of gun lockers could be seen lined against the walls, but it was too dark and Randall was too far away to see inside of them. Still, it was a promising sign. Gyuuaa... A soft moan from behind one of the tables. "Guess it was too much to ask for the place to be empty." Randall sighed. Much like he always did, he banged his fist against the door. Several times. Hard. The echo boomed through the abandoned halls of the place and immediately a small chorus of moans joined in with the original one. Randall pounded on the door a few more times to keep them interested. "Alright, back up." Randall told everyone. "There are gun lockers in there; they probably have guns and ammo we can use, but let's try to be efficient with our shots." |
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| Strompy | Mar 16 2015, 08:55 PM Post #544 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon backed up from the door, drawing his pistol with his left hand, keeping his knife in his dominant right. He wasn't overly confident with his left handed shooting but at that range he reasoned it wasn't much of an issue. He stopped to help Julie load a new magazine and they both assumed the shooting stance he'd shown her, and waited. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 16 2015, 09:03 PM Post #545 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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The magazine in Jeff's Ruger was empty, so he took a step behind the others -- which he would have wanted to do anyway. As the wall of moans grew louder in the dark, he grew more and more nervous. The fact that he couldn't quite see them yet just made it scarier. A part of him felt like one could appear out of thin air, and pin him down yet again. "I'll be more efficient when I get some more rounds," Jeff said. Less scared too, hopefully, he didn't bother adding out loud. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 16 2015, 10:11 PM Post #546 |
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Is that so?
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They stood there as the rotters clawed their way through the darkness, clumsily making their way towards the source of the sound. Randall could hear them, but it took almost a full minute before the first was able to make its way to the door. Randall swiftly answered with a single bullet to the brain. From the shadows, three or four more could already be seen. The doorway was wide, but it felt a lot like a replay of the recreation center; when everyone stood at the end and just fired as they came through. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The rotters fell like logs as they tried to come through the doorway into the light. But unlike the time at the rec center, everyone was more... controlled. Instead of just mowing them down full auto, they were trying to aim their shots. Obviously not all shots were perfect, Randall certainly did not kill every rotter in one shot, but the ammunition they were saving by being organized would be well worth it. In a way, Randall was proud. They were becoming very capable. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Hopefully the noise would not attract any unwanted attention in their area, but nobody was using any high caliber weapons; only the smaller caliber weapons. In particular, Willow's Ruger wasn't going to be used as they didn't want to attract everything in a 3 mile radius. The combined blast was not unimpressive, but it was the best they could hope for. Randall just figured they would get what they needed and get out before it became too much of an issue. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The gunfire died down the rotters stopped streaming out. Overall, roughly twenty of them had stumbled into the line of gunfire and fallen. Randall held up his hand; the signal for them to wait. But after a minute or two, no more came out. If there were any others, they were either behind closed doors or not able to find their way. "Fuck, I think that was my last of my bullets for the HK." Willow frowned and popped the empty magazine out of the gun. Kelsey glared at Willow. "I-I meant fudge." She pushed the magazine back in and holstered the weapon with a sigh. Randall leaned over and kicked some of the bodies closer to him. None of them so much as moved. Hopefully they were dead for good this time. Still... as Randall looked at them, most of these guys were not cops. Did that mean that civilians were being housed here? Or were these some of the rotters that managed to take the place down? Or maybe it was taken down from within somehow, like Mount Kisco. He wasn't sure why he was getting so hung up on this. Whatever the case was, the residents here were dead and their equipment was up for grabs. Guuuuaaaaaaaaahhh... "God dammit... Maxwell, do you mind?" Randall sighed. "M-me? I suppose I don't have much of a choice..." A few of the rotters that had been outside were inevitably drawn to the gunfire. Randall thought this would be a good chance to see what Maxwell could do. Despite his rather annoying nature, he handled himself surprisingly well. The first rotter he brought the axe down like a hammer and split its head in twain. He had enough time to pull the axe out and slam it clumsily into the head of a second one. As a third and fourth made their way towards him, Randall shot them both. "Not bad, Professor." Randall smirked a little bit. Randall had been ready to jump in, but it seemed the oddball professor could take out a few rotters if it came down to it. He wasn't entirely helpless. That was good; he was still untested and there could be more of them inside. He was almost sure there would be. "Be careful inside." Randall warned everyone. "And Kelsey, stick close to me." "Okay, dad." It took a few moments for Randall's eyes to adjust to the lower light, but once they did, he felt like they had hit a goldmine. There were a lot of gun lockers. This was looked like it was rather well stocked. Despite the adjustment, it was hard to see what was in the gun lockers, but he could see there was something inside of them. And something was better than nothing by a long shot. But his heart sank after he tried to open the first one. It was locked. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 16 2015, 11:00 PM Post #547 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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As the bullets rang out, Jeff frowned and anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. As the long line of rotters fell, he flashed back to the Patterson rec centre, when the same thing had happened, just with more rotters and more noise. That time, he was pretty sure he got the killing shot on exactly one of the things, when it fell at his feet – but that was at least one more than he got this time. When the stream of rotters stopped and the bodies were piled high, Jeff was a little disappointed. As scared as he was, he still wanted to contribute. The determination he woke up with this morning was still in effect. Maxwell’s display of competence just made him feel worse about himself, and when Randall finally gave the all clear to go in, he wasn’t the first to follow – but he at least made sure he wasn’t the last. As Randall approached the lockers, Jeff heard a low moan and his eyes flickered downward. A rotter was pinned under two others, and was waving its arms pathetically. There was a bullet hole through its cheek. From the corner of his eye, he saw Glenda take a step forward to deal with it. He reacted faster though, pivoting in front of her and raising his left hand, motioning for her to hold up. When she looked up at him, she seemed to get the idea and wordlessly did. Jeff smiled his thanks, then turned back to the pinned rotter. He kneeled down, readying his knife. He waved it at the air a few times, like a batter taking practice swings in the on-deck circle. Finally, he brought it down into the zombie’s skull, as close to where Brandon had earlier indicated as he could. Success! The blade pierced the skull and punctured the brains on the first try. The rotter's head fell forward into the bloody tile. His enthusiasm faded, however, when he turned around and heard Randall fruitlessly pulling on the locker doors. “Let me guess,” he said aloud, then grunted as he pulled his knife out with both hands. “This isn’t too easy after all?” |
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| Strompy | Mar 17 2015, 12:12 AM Post #548 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Oh my God. You're so beautiful. I just want to hold you." Brandon said leaning against the locker, his fingers gripping hard at the holes in the locker doors. He looked the shotguns up and down. Remmington 870s, tactical varients. Pistol grip, modular flashlight. "Okay that is weird." Julie observed. "There's probably a key somewhere around here. If we can't find that then we may need to go looking for tools." Brandon said, being serious again. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 17 2015, 02:10 AM Post #549 |
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Is that so?
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"Nice one." Glenda praised Jeff with a nod of her head before she went about the room checking the other bodies in the room. Willow rolled her eyes at Brandon's affection towards the guns; it was a little weird. And yet, for a brief moment, she found herself wishing he would talk like that to her. She cleared the thought out of her mind, but did take a brief moment to eye him up and down from behind, which she found herself doing fairly often ever since his confession earlier. She was quite honestly surprised she had never taken the chance to admire the 'scenery' earlier, but with all of the man-eating undead on the loose, she could see why she might be a little too distracted fearing for her life to notice guys. I'll talk to him tonight after we get out of here. She promised herself. I'm ready for this. "These things look tough." Randall frowned as he leaned over to examine the locks a little closer while Kelsey emulated him on the adjacent locker. "Even if we could pick the locks on these things, it might take a while. I doubt the officers here would make them easy to break into. I guess I really shouldn't have opened my big mouth earlier, huh?" Willow saw Randall glance at the map that he had brought, but he pursed his lips and shook his head. "Of course, the offices wouldn't be labelled on this thing. Well, they probably have several copies; the offices and the front desk would be the obvious places to check. Maybe if we could find one of the top brass here he would have a set on him or something..." He seemed to be talking himself through it as much as he was explaining it to everyone else. "What are you even talking about?" Willow interrupted. "Keys, I mean. They would have several copies of the keys." CLANK! Everyone's attention was drawn to Maxwell as he brought his axe down on one of the locks. The locker and axe were both unscathed by the attempt. When he realized everyone was staring, he took a moment to adjust his battered tie. "Well, it was worth an attempt, wasn't it?" |
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| Strompy | Mar 17 2015, 06:29 AM Post #550 |
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"That may be our only option if we can't find a key. We've spent too much ammo to leave empty handed." Brandon replied to Max. They'd be swinging at it for a very long time if they had to force it. At the very least they'd need a hacksaw and maybe a huge hammer. "So find the instructor's office. Find the keys. Get weapons and ammo. It's only a slight hiccough." Julie declared. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 17 2015, 08:54 AM Post #551 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Jeff winced a little at the loud clang that came from the axe. He cleaned his blade off on one of the dead rotters sleeves then stood up. He headed over to Randall. "Can I see that thing for a beat?" he asked, pointing to the map. When Randall complied, he studied it for a short while, then pointed a finger at the middle. "So the front desk is just a couple rooms away. Not bad. And look, it says 'admin' right here next to the auditorium. That could be what we're looking for." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 17 2015, 12:45 PM Post #552 |
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Maxwell let out a heavy sigh. He knew the axe working was a long shot, but a small part of him hoped for more promising results. Brandon spoke the truth, they had invested a lot of bullets into this place already and it would be a waste to leave now. Although he did not like the idea of staying here any longer; it made him uncomfortable. If there was one thing Maxwell did not want to do, it was die from a bite to these things. "To be honest, it is as good a bet as any I would have." Randall admitted. "I just hope that the keys aren't behind another locked door or something stupid like-" "Then we are going to this admin room first." Glenda interrupted as she executed a living rotter she had found with her knife. "You're being indecisive again, Randall. It's unbecoming." "R-right." Randall ran his hand across his balding head awkwardly. "Sorry." "A shame that Eli character isn't here, he seemed rather adept at picking locks." Maxwell mused. "Then again, these might be another level up from the cheap one he managed at the shed." Glenda lifted an eyebrow at the mention of Eli; "Speaking of Eli, I should go over there and tell him that we are clear. While you guys find the key, we can get the cars up here and ready to make loading them easy." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 17 2015, 03:53 PM Post #553 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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"Pretty sure you can just call him Eli," Jeff said to Maxwell, then looked to Glenda. He gave her a forced smile, though he was genuinely happy that she was being proactive. "And godspeed, miss, we'll see you on the other side." As Glenda headed out, Jeff slapped his thigh lightly with his free hand to get Randall's attention. Then he pointed at the door that led into the main building. "So what do you say, boss?" he said, prompting him. "It's thattaway, right?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 17 2015, 08:44 PM Post #554 |
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Randall didn't expect this to be easy. He expected that, if this place had not been inhabited, there would be a good rotter presence. But so far, despite having to use ammunition, they were doing rather well. He was impressed at how coordinated they had become out here and thankful that the windows to this place were mostly broken; otherwise it would smell even worse in here. In response to Jeff, Randall checked his magazine; a few rounds left in this one. But he only had 2 more magazines besides this one. "You're right, daylight's burning." The doorways leading into the rest of the facility were already open, but Randall paused and waited for a moment before leading them out anyway. For a few seconds he waited, listening to the almost eerie silence that filled the dead halls. But there was nothing. The rotters they mowed down must have been everything in this wing of the facility. They definitely shot enough bullets to attract every rotter in this wing over. That meant they were clear to go on. "Shit, it's kind of dark up ahead." Randall noted as he poked his head through the door. It didn't appear there were that many windows in the area ahead. He knew what he was looking at, the recreation center. From what little light there was, he could see no movement. It looked abandoned. But he could smell bodies back here too. "Do we have any flashlights left? Or a lighter or something?" |
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| Strompy | Mar 17 2015, 09:15 PM Post #555 |
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"Here." Brandon said as he moved across to the tables littered with gun parts. There were some flashlights among them. He tried several before he found one with any juice left. He held it in his left hand and brought it up to chest height, crossing his pistol hand over his left forearm. By his count he still had ten rounds left, and one full reload. |
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