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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 9 2015, 02:44 PM Post #856 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Someone’s coming ‘round the back,” Eli said without looking away. He was unfortunately confident that he was right about that. He was suddenly feeling a little more boxed in than he’d like. He remembered Chris’ story about the church, and how these thugs brought the rotters down on them in order to draw them out. He was quickly gripped by a fear that they had done the wrong thing – that despite all their paranoia about falling into a trap, they had managed it all the same. Then again, this wasn’t a church. There’s no way rotters were getting through these windows or doors. A swarm of them might even give the group a window to get out of there. One thing was for sure – they were not going to hand Chris over. That wasn’t who they were. “If I see anyone else, I’m taking them down,” he added. “They heard Willow’s warning.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 9 2015, 04:47 PM Post #857 |
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Is that so?
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"Good." That was all the confirmation Randall needed to give Eli. It left a bad taste in his mouth giving Eli the premeditated order to gun down humans, but such was the way the world worked now. He could not argue that these guys hadn't had fair warning. |
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| Strompy | Apr 9 2015, 07:57 PM Post #858 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"I tried." Cole called out as much to them as Hirsch, before backing up and turning back the way he came. The sound of a lighter from inside got Brandon's attention. He expected Jeff to be nervously lighting up, but it was Chris lighting a length of gauze that was stuffed through a slit in the cap of a jar full of a clear liquid. "Hey asshole!" Chris called out before lobbing the jar through the broken window. Cole turned in time see the jar in flight in his peripheral vision, before it smashed on his back. Flames crawled all over his body in seconds. Frantically he hit the ground and began rolling, only getting more of the flaming liquid on him. The burning fume filled air burned his lungs and windpipe as he breathed and his skin burned. Even were the flames to go out, the man was was a goner. Chris smiled at the noises he made in his last pathetic moments, before Brandon came the window and put the burning man down with two quick shots. ... Another two shots rang out and one of the front windows shattered. The bullets flew harmlessly into some shelves and the ceiling. The shooter was on the corner of Southwick and Talbot. He plainly couldn't see what he was shooting at and was firing in response to Brandon's gunfire. "Get down!" Brandon yelled, grabbing Willow and Chris and pulling them to the ground. Brandon crawled on his belly to the other side of the room. He got up into a crouch behind the furthest intact window and looked out. He could see the shooter poking his head out, but the shooter couldn't see him. Guy was late thirties, early forties maybe with a surprisingly well kept beard. Brandon took aim and adopted his dispassionate manner again. He opened fire with a single shot. There was a large spatter of blood followed by a strong rhythmic gushing as the bullet tore a hole through his neck. The man dropped to the ground, not dead, but in shock and pain. A friend of his leapt forward and seized the pistol, giving Brandon just enough time to duck out of the line of fire as the man opened up with three shots in his direction. Another friend behind that one dragged the dying man behind cover as the new shooter kept his pistol trained on Brandon's last position. ... In response to all the shooting, the rifleman on the corner of Curtis and Hiawatha nervously went prone and crawled to the edge of his cover. He apprehensively poked his head out and took aim at the pharmacy. ... "Well now that's Cole dead!" Murrell complained. "Ower. Bring up the battering ram." Hirsch said, with a heavy heart. Ower smirked and gleefully ran off to go get it. Brooke. I'm sorry, baby. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 9 2015, 08:57 PM Post #859 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli kept his assault rifle still, but he couldn’t help but look away when Chris yelled out his insult. His eyes went wide and his pulse quickened when he saw flames. A part of him was mad – there was no way this wasn’t going to escalate now. A bigger part of him understood. The guy had dismissed them with an ‘I tried,' so it didn’t sound like he was giving up anyway. If they were bound for bloodshed, at least now there was one less man on the other side. And it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, by the sounds of it. Eli thought that, just as the bullets rang out. He ducked instinctively and flashed back to the border. When he realized the bullets were hitting the front windows and not his – and when he remembered how urgent things were about to get – he gritted his teeth, held his breath, and once again looked through the sights of his assault rifle. Fuckin’ sure enough. There was a new face at the corner of Curtis and Hiawatha. Eli remembered what he told Randall moments ago. He took aim, blinked once, and squeezed the trigger. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 9 2015, 09:23 PM Post #860 |
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Is that so?
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Of course. Glenda was hardly surprised by this turn of events. She ducked under the initial hail of gunfire that came from the corner she had been surveying; she didn't have a good view of the shooters and it was likely they didn't have a good view of her. They were just shooting wildly. "Kelsey, get away from the windows!" Randall bellowed over the rattling of gunfire from all directions. "Jeff, give Glenda some support! Maxwell, check the back entrances; make sure nobody tries to sneak in!" It was an order that Maxwell followed immediately. Randall may not be as useful with a gun anymore, but at least he wasn't going to let that stop him from giving out orders. Glenda smirked; Randall was a tough man that was for sure. He rose up to meet any challenge. When the sounds of gunfire from her corner seemed to lessen up, she took the opportunity to poke her head back out. She could see at least one shooter. Not at a great angle but there weren't many places for him to hide on the mostly empty corner. She could make it work. She spun her body upward and lifted the rifle to her shoulder as she did so. By the time she was in a shooting position, the gun way already aimed at the obscured rifleman that had opened fire on them. She let the air out of her lungs and pulled the trigger. The hastiness of the shot sent the bullet drilling into his leg. She cursed and fired off another shot. |
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| Strompy | Apr 10 2015, 01:20 AM Post #861 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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The rifleman on the corner let out a surprised gasp and rolled back behind cover as Eli shot him in the shoulder. The man next to him grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him further back. He popped his head slightly around the corner and was rewarded by a hail of bullets sending brick work flying into his face. "Argh! Fuck this shit, bro! Let's get the fuck out, these assholes aren't worth dying for." he declared, and the wounded rifleman nodded his head vigorously in assent. He helped the wounded man to his feet and the two high tailed back down Curtis street. Their friend by the alley was ignorant of their retreat and so not as enlightened in his actions. He edged forward down the alley towards the street, shotgun at the ready. ... On the other corner the gunman fell sideways as his leg buckled from the shot. He raised his pistol at the source of the shot but a second bang stopped him with a bullet through the chest. He weezed and went limp, before his ally began dragging him by the leg from cover. He took up his fallen friend's weapon and fired the last of the magazine from around the corner, completely blind. Bullets tore through the room at random angles, keeping everyone pinned to the floor. Frantically he took another mag from his dead buddy and reloaded, firing another two shots at random to keep them supressed. ... There were a few minutes of eerie silence following that hectic storm of bullets. Nobody wanted to expose themselves. The rotters were closing in though. All they had to do was wait and they could make their escape. There was a hiss, a squeak and then a loud rumbling from down Talbot street. The blaring of a truck's horn echoed as Ower brought the tractor unit around the corner. He sat there in idle staring down the street at his target. With an excited grin he let loose with the horn again and revved the engine a few times. The truck lurched forward into its charge. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 10 2015, 02:03 AM Post #862 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli’s shot was answered by a spray of blood, which gave him a surge of satisfaction. He wasn’t sure if he killed someone or not, though, and he wasn’t sure if there were more to come. He kept his teeth gritted and his trigger-finger ready. There was no more movement, however – not before more shots rang out at the pharmacy, causing him to instinctively duck and wait them out. When they stopped, he poked his head up again, only to be greeted by a different and more menacing sound. His eyes looked down Talbot Street when he heard the horn and the rev of a big engine. Soon, his weapon followed. When a tractor came into view, he hastily fired at the windshield. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Eli emptied enough rounds that the assault rifle felt hot to the touch. The tractor was too close now, though, he had to stop and get to cover. “Get away from the door!” he yelled, as he himself turned and barreled away from the incoming impact. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 10 2015, 02:12 AM Post #863 |
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Is that so?
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The blaring of the horn from the tractor as it rushed down Talbot Street instantly drew Randall's attention toward this new threat. "Oh fuck me..." Randall shook his head in disbelief. His heart started to pound even harder, his skin became clammy. He hadn't recovered enough strength yet to properly deal with something like this. They had a fucking tractor. He couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. He heard the sound of Willow, Eli and likely others as well, unloading round and after round into the tractor; a constant spray of bullets in a desperate attempt to stop it before it could make it to the pharmacy. The chassis was dented and punctured, but the tractor did not stop. It continued to barrel towards them. They couldn't stop the tractor. "GET BACK!" He shouted his warning at the same time Eli did. |
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| Strompy | Apr 10 2015, 05:18 AM Post #864 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Bullets tore through the windshield and cab of the truck as Ower floored it forward. He ducked behind the wheel but that only did so much. By the time the truck collided with the storefront he'd already been shot to pieces. With the last of his strength he put the truck in reverse and pulled away from the pharmacy, exposing the hole he tore in the front. The junkheads could have these fuckers. The streets had begun filling with their shambling forms. ... Brandon had fired several of the shots that rained down on the approaching truck. None of it stopped the driver. Everyone bolted away from the front door mere moments before it came crashing down under the force of the behemoth's charge. Brandon was running when a brick came free in the impact and went flying, striking Brandon in the back of the head. Everything went black instantly and his limp body hit the floor with a soft thud, his hair wet with blood. ... Hirsch and Murrell ran after the truck as it made its way down the street, using it as cocer. They unleashed more firepower than he suspected they had trying to stop Ower. His heart froze for a moment as the truck crashed through the front of the pharmacy, Ower was supposed to jump out. The truck backed up though and he was releaved. "Ower! Come on boy, get out of there!" he called out. There was nothing. "Ower? Ower!? Owe... no, no! Ah shit. Ah shit ! No!" he called out pleadingly and breaking into tears. He raised his rifle and walked forward screaming as he fired round after round at the pharmacy. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 10 2015, 12:18 PM Post #865 |
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Is that so?
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Willow scrambled to her feet and made her way for the back of the store as quickly as she could, trailing Brandon as closely as she could. Then the tractor hit; a storm of dust and debris filled the store from the impact. For a moment, Willow was stunned by it, but when she regained herself, Brandon was laying face down on the ground, his hair wet with blood. "Fuck! No! No no no, Brandon! Get up!" Oh god, please don't be dead! Please don't be dead! She got to her knees and started to shake him. No response. As he her hands quivered uncontrollably, she reached down to his neck and felt for a pulse. She let out a huge sigh of relief when he was still alive, but that didn't really make the situation any less dire. She needed to get him out of the open right now. But before she could even think about how, another round of gunfire began spraying into the pharmacy wildly. Without even thinking, she jumped on top of Brandon and positioned her body between the hole in the wall and her pseudo-boyfriend. ********** "What the hell is happening up here!?" Maxwell came charging up to the front of the store, pistol drawn; Kelsey on his heels. Maxwell had certainly not expected a tractor to come plowing through the front of the store. This complicated matters significantly. "Keep watching the back of the store!" Randall barked from the front. As soon as Randall had said that, the sounds of a rifle unloading into the pharmacy caused Maxwell to recoil. The situation seemed rather dire. Without waiting for another order, he made his way to the back entrance of the store. So far nobody had made a move for it, but if someone did they would be surrounded. That would all but seal their fate now. And if shit goes too far downhill, I have a way out of here. Maxwell silently contemplated. ********** When the gunfire ran out, Randall immediately ducked for cover behind one of the aisles. He should have learned to expect the unexpected by now. He inhaled sharply and gripped his M9 tightly. He hoped that everyone was safe, but in the chaos he had lost sight of a lot of people. He forced himself not to worry about their whereabouts. Right now, he could barely take care of himself. It sounded like a single gunner, but he didn't even know where exactly he was. It sounded like he was by the tractor. Randall waited until his magazine ran out of bullets, and as soon as the shooting stopped, Randall leaned out from behind the aisle he had retreated behind, aimed his M9 as best he could, and unloaded every bullet he had in the direction he heard the gunshots coming from. He couldn't see his target too well through the kicked up dust, but that hardly mattered. He could barely aim this thing with just one hand anyway. As he shot back behind the aisle, and tried to sluggishly reload a gun with just one hand, he heard Glenda's rifle fire a few shots off as well. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 10 2015, 01:14 PM Post #866 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli dropped his rifle and flung himself to the ground as the collision happened. He remained still only long enough to gauge whether he was still alive and in one piece, then rolled over and sat up. He stood, blinking rapidly, into a cloud of dust. Mentally, he waged a battle for his bearings. As he drew his Supergrade, he noted Jeff in his periphery. He was stumbling around unevenly, his own gun drawn but aimed at the floor. There were no immediate injuries that Eli could make out. He looked more shaken internally than externally. Straight ahead, Eli took aim for the tractor, which had reversed a couple feet away from the windows. He heard the crunch of glass under his shoes as he took a step towards it. There was no movement behind the shattered windshield. Eli had one guess why. He had enough time to adopt a sick smirk of satisfaction before more shots rang out and he ducked. Jeff coughed from the dust, and stumbled nearby. Eli pulled him down by his arm to cover. “You okay?” Eli asked urgently. "Uh, yeah, I mean – yes!" Jeff responded after a stunned beat. “I’m – I’m fine! Whatever you do, don’t worry about me!” Eli remembered the last time he was in a gunfight alongside Jeff, when they shared the backseat of the SUV at the border. Jeff was barely cogent back then. He hadn’t been exceptionally more helpful this time, not so far, but at least his mental state was a marked improvement. “Okay,” Eli said back with a nod. “Stay down.” Eli wondered about the status of the others – he heard some shouts from Willow and Randall that gave him some hints – but he forced himself to stay present. First he had to deal with this. He rose from cover, looking out the huge hole for the source of the new gunfire as more shots rang out from both directions now. * * * POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW! A series of rapid and sharp gunshots resounded from the south, as Emmett rounded the muraled brick wall of a nearby insurance brokerage. The Mac-10 wasn’t the most accurate weapon, but Emmett’s grip was firm and his aim was steady – and in a couple seconds, he had unloaded most of his magazine. He had directed his shots into the lower back and legs of the rifleman marching down the street. He was the older of the two assailants, and from the brief glimpse Emmett had leading up to his attack, his face seemed scarred and weather-beaten. It may have been safer – and more humane, even – to go for the upper back or head. Emmett couldn’t bring himself to try for the kill shot. Not so soon after he had decided not to go that way with Eli. If he could have, he would have ambushed him and tried to get him to surrender his weapon. He would have liked to avoid any unnecessary violence at all. The situation had escalated too quickly to pull that off, however. Emmett stopped firing just in time to preserve a few rounds for the other, younger, attacker in the street. He modulated his aim just slightly to the left in his direction and tensed his finger. He hoped he would make the right choice and surrender. If he didn’t, Emmett would feel justified in firing first. As he aimed, he tuned out the approaching roamers in the near distance. He was clear headed and focused on his target. |
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| Strompy | Apr 10 2015, 06:28 PM Post #867 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Hirsch loaded road after round into the tube from behind the cover of the truck. He cocked his rifle and prepared to fire again when a burst of gunfire from behind interrupted him. He legs went from under him as two rounds hit them. As soon as Hirsch hit the ground Murrell knew better than to hang around. This was over. Hirsch had completely lost the plot in deciding to attack these people and now several of them were dead because of his obsession. He sprinted as fast as he could down Talbot street, leaving the whole mess behind. As he approached Southwick street, his friend with the pistol heard somebody's footsteps and fired blindly around the corner. Murrell clutched his gut and groaned, collapsing against the building. "You fucking idiot!" he groaned. "Oh shit. Murrell?" the man enquired. Behind him his dead friend stirred, his milky dead eyes flickering open. Silently it got to its feet and fell upon the gunman, sinking its teeth into his exposed neck. The man cried out in horror, and placed the gun to the rotter's head, blowing its brains out. He pulled himself free from it and clapped a shaking hand to his wound. Murrell now stood beside him, snatching the gun from his hand. Disdainfully Murrell put a bullet in the man's head, and fled down Southwick street. "Fucking Judas." Hirsch grumbled. It was over though. He could shoot that fuck down the street, go out fighting. But what was the point? Ower was dead, his boys were dropping like flies and running away. He just wanted her back. She was all he wanted since he laid eyes on her, her golden brown hair, those baby blues. All of it, the church, this, it was all to have her. If he could just see her one more time... "Brooke! Brooke!" he cried out forlornly. ... The man in the alley loitered hesitantly. Looking down the street there was no sign of his buddies. There was a lot of gunfire coming from the pharmacy, and then more further away. What the hell was happening out there? It was when he heard Hirsch calling out to the girl that decided things weren't looking good. He didn't owe Hirsch anything, as afraid of him as he was he was more afraid of the guns he heard, and the junkheads filling the street now. "Sorry, buddy." he said quietly and took off down the alley and away from that warzone. ... Brandon gave a little noise as he stirred. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 10 2015, 07:31 PM Post #868 |
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Is that so?
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Then everything fell silent. Maxwell waited in the back, his Glock held tightly in his hands. Someone was dead. Was it the other guys? Was it ours? He took a deep breath and glanced to Kelsey next to him. The poor girl was pale; she was terrified. And Maxwell was terrible with kids so he knew anything that he tried to say to her would be a waste. With a deep breath, he got to his feet and began walked towards the front of the store, Kelsey following behind him like a lost puppy. Someone was yelling the name of that kid's little sister, Brooke. A voice he didn't recognize. Did that mean Randall and everyone else was dead? ********** Don't close your eyes. Don't close your eyes. Willow repeated that phrase to herself like a mantra. With one hand, she tightly gripped Brandon's shirt. She could feel him breathing and stirring under the embrace she refused to release. Thank God, he's okay. She only wished she could say the same for herself. ********** Glenda was the first one to take advantage of the victory. With their attackers scattering, she came out from behind her cover and aimed her rifle at the fallen Hirsch; he looked nothing short of pathetic as she laid on the ground, calling out for someone he could not have. "Don't. Move." She warned him coldly. "And stop yelling." ********** "Is everyone okay?" Randall wanted a good head count, but didn't feel safe enough to leave the aisle he was hiding in. Glenda he could see, staring down the last survivor of the raiding party down the barrel of her rifle. She looked unharmed. He couldn't see anyone else though. "Hey, Randall!" Maxwell's voice seemed almost panicked. "We have a problem here!" Randall peered in the direction of the voice and saw Maxwell kneeling on the ground over two forms. Kelsey stood next to him, tears welling in her little eyes, but she clearly was overwhelmed. Oh, shit... Randall forgot about the dangers that might still be out there and darted over to the young couple. Please don't be dead. "I'm not... dying... don't worry..." Randall heard Willow try to assure Kelsey between ragged breaths. "And Brandon's... fine..." Upon closer examination, it was clear Brandon was fine. Bleeding from the head, but not from a gunshot wound. And already he was regaining consciousness. He had probably just been conked on the head by a brick. But Willow was the one that he found himself concerned about now. Three bullet wounds; two on her back and one on her leg. "God dammit, Willow..." Randall muttered, shaking his head. He never expected her to be the one shielding someone. She was still full of surprises. "Maxwell, can you help her?" He barked. "Pr-probably not! Look." Maxwell pointed out the gunshot wounds. "This one here just took a chunk out of her thigh, that one is easy. But he was using a small caliber rifle; the other two bullets didn't go all the way through. I would guess she has one one bullet lodged among her intestines and another in her lung! We don't have the tools for this!" "Then what can you do!?" Randall barked back at him. "W-we can close and dress the wounds as best we can and then just drug her up on antibiotics. It is far from ideal, but it will keep her alive for the time being." Maxwell tried to explain as quickly as he could. "All we really need to do is keep her stable and free of infection until we can find a surgeon or something to remove the bullets and patch her up." "Then do it." Randall commanded him. "Now." "Y-yes, sir..." "Don't you dare... think of taking my bra off..." Willow muttered to Maxwell as he started to life her shirt up. "I would never dream of it." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 10 2015, 07:50 PM Post #869 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett kept one eye on the fleeing man and another on the downed one. He flinched almost imperceptible when he heard a gunshot, but kept his aim on the man on the ground. In the distance, he could see the fleeing man recoil, and then he saw the flash of another gunshot, and then saw the man disappear from sight. He appeared to be clutching his gut. Emmett felt like he had a good idea of what went down, so he approached the man he had felled with confidence. He kept his gun trained on him as he called out the name of Chris’ sister. His aim didn’t falter until he reached him, and was able to lean over and yank his rifle away by its barrel. With his usual blank expression, he looked up and gave a slight wave to Glenda, indicating the situation was under control. He holstered his SMG under his jacket, and then patted the pathetic older man down for any more weapons. When he was confident he was clean, he gave him a look of disgust, then stood up and gave Glenda another slight wave. * * * “Is that… Emmett?” Eli said, lowering his weapon. Guess he didn’t bail after all, he thought. Surprising… and confusing. There were a whole series of questions he wanted to ask himself and Emmett, but his brain cut him off when it registered the nearby commotion. He lowered his weapon and helped Jeff to his feet, then moved to investigate. No… It was all he could think when he saw the state Willow was in. No. No. No. No. In the corner of his eye, he could see Jeff react with similar surprise and despair. Now that the adrenaline from the fight was dying down, they could both afford to open the door to their emotions just a crack. Eli stepped forward in a daze. “Emm – Emmett’s outside, he has the last one of them pinned…” he gave his stunned report to the room. Then he looked to Maxwell. He noted the panic in the professor’s eyes, and it bolstered his own. “What can – what can I do?!” he demanded. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 10 2015, 07:59 PM Post #870 |
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Is that so?
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"Yes." Maxwell flatly stated as he applied pressure to the uppermost back wound. Her jacket had been removed and her shirt was up to her armpits at this point, but true to his word, he was working around her bra. "I have no medical supplies on me. I need stitches and gauze." He ordered Eli. "And find out if Chris has any sedatives in here!" "No... not going to sleep..." Willow resiliently demanded with a dribble of blood running down the corner of her mouth. "No, scratch that last part!'" Maxwell changed his mind. |
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