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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 27 2015, 04:20 AM Post #1231 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Sounds good,” Jeff said before he got moving. It didn’t, of course. But it never would. This time, he just had to push through the anxiety for real. He needed to be ready to fire back when the time came for it. He needed to be an asset to the cause, not a liability. * * * Eli only wasted one second pondering what he was doing – why he was putting his life on the line for a woman who had just arrested them and tried to strip of their weapons, right when it turned out they would need them most. Because sure, she had done that, but she had also let them through the gates in the first place and helped them save Willow. And even if she hadn’t, she was still an innocent person. Whoever she was running from, Eli was confident they were anything but. He was outside in time to see Geraldine had met up with her brother. Eli raised his Supergrade – he needed to be ready for anything. As he crossed the street to meet up with them, that anything he was thinking of revealed himself to the north. A lone man in a ski-mask, running along Geraldine’s trail, probably trying to get her back but not being fast enough. He had an automatic weapon in his hand, looked like the M16 that those asshole border guards were carrying back in Sarnia. Eli reacted fast. He couldn’t dwell on whether he was a threat or he wasn’t. The timing and the scenario told him he was. BLAM! BLAM! He raised his weapon and fired two shots at Mr. Ski Mask. Neither hit, but he did force the man to drop down for cover. Eli realized he needed to get to his own cover. He ducked and ran for the nearest corner, back the way he came. He kept an eye – and his gun-arm – pointed in Ski Mask’s direction. When he saw him try to raise his weapon, he squeezed the trigger – BLAM! – making him think twice. Eli ducked behind the corner of Jimmy’s house. He poked his head out long enough to see Ski-Mask rise again to take another shot. KA-POW! The next gunshot was loud and sharp and trumped all others. Eli saw a spray of red near Ski-Mask’s sternum, and saw the outline of his body – only barely visible in the dark – collapse backwards. If he made it through this alive, he realized he was going to have to tell Jimmy thanks. He was not looking forward to the smug look on his face. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 27 2015, 02:40 PM Post #1232 |
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Is that so?
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"Holy shit, man! Thank you!" Marcus pulled himself and Geraldine behind the same corner that Eli was hiding behind. The man that had been coming for them was taken down. But Marcus felt like there were more on the way. He pressed the panicked Geraldine against the back of the house. She was visibly shaking. He felt sorry for her, but he didn't have time to sit here and dote on her. "Stay here, sis." Marcus pulled out his M1911. "I got this part. Eli, I got your back." * * * * * Willow separated herself from the others at the first chance she got. Just like Jen had said, there was a clear line of sight down the street. She tucked herself between a pair of trees, rested her Gunsite on the wooden fence and peered through the scope. "Just... just let me know." She wasn't sure what she was trying to say. Her leg was on fire from being used and her head was beginning to feel light from already overexerting her weakened body. Even as she looked through the scope, it was difficult for her to focus on finding a target. She grit her teeth; she didn't need to last that long. Just long enough to give the others cover as they advanced. * * * * * "Fuck!" Garret watched helplessly as the loud boom of a sniper rifle took down Ryan. Ryan was an idiot; but he was still their idiot. He was fast and was chasing down Geraldine after they caught sight of her. The rest of them were lagging a bit behind; but it meant that he had seen the muzzle flash from the shot that was fired. He knew that house it was in. With only seven of them left, he was beginning to feel like these guys had more manpower than Alex had let on! That fucking rat! Everybody that was behind fell into cover; Garret himself hid behind a tree. They were a few houses down from the house where the sniper was. And he was beginning to feel awfully exposed with these houses on each side. If they had gone straight to the gateway and flanked them immediately, they wouldn't be forced to trudge through a war zone. Jason seemed convinced that anybody capable of fighting would be drawn to the front, but that was clearly not the case. "Hey, where's that Ethan guy!?" Garret looked over his shoulder; the man in the suit wasn't with them anymore. "Doesn't matter! Boss wants us to flank the guys in the front! We can kill him next time we see him!" One of the men shouted back. "Mother fucker..." Garret cursed. He saw another group already started to advance down the streets, in groups of two, jumping from cover to cover. There were only seven of them! They were going to get overwhelmed! "Use the fucking firebombs! Set this whole place on fire!" "But Jason said-" "Fuck Jason! If we don't burn it down, we're dying!" Garret popped from behind his cover and unloaded his magazine down the street. A few of the others did the same. Two of his men lit their Molotov Cocktails; one threw his at the house with the sniper and another threw his down the street where it hit a tree. Both of them shattered into a small pyrotechnic explosion and began to spread. That should buy them some time. KA-BOOM! The heavy shot of another sniper boomed above the rest. It came from a different source than the first, farther down the street. On ground level. The shell tore through Garret's left shoulder like butter, nearly knocking the man off his feet and forcing the rifle out of his hands and to the ground. "DAMMIT!" Garret screeched as he leaped back behind the tree. In retaliation, the rest of his men started returning fire; two of them aiming for the house to keep the sniper down and the other four trying to pick off the guys in the street. Unfortunately, Garret couldn't move his left arm anymore. He reached for the radio at his belt. * * * * * "If you want a job done right..." Ethan said to no one but himself as he approached Annie's house. "Do it yourself." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 27 2015, 03:33 PM Post #1233 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“You’re welcome,” Eli said when Marcus and Geraldine got in cover beside him. He wasn’t in the mood to be sardonic, and he was also glad they weren’t going to waste time with questions about why he wasn’t abiding his house arrest. He just wanted to jump straight to the point. “Can either of you tell me what the fuck –” Before he could finish his question, he slightly leaned around the house. He felt a sudden wave of heat on skin and witnessed the night light up with fire. Flame splashed against the wood panelling of Jimmy’s house, not far from Eli and Marcus’ position. More first burst out nearby, wrapping itself around one of the trees on a nearby tree in someone’s lawn. “Move!” Eli said, turning around, gesturing franticly for Marcus and Geraldine to get to different cover. * * * Jimmy grinned when he saw his first target go down. It served the motherfucker right. This was his town. Whoever these invaders were, they didn’t know who they were messing with. They had given him a rude awakening and now he was going to give them one right back. His grin subsided when he saw the flash of a fiery bottle soar through the air, and then saw flames burst out near the bottom of his vision. It looked like a Molotov had hit his house. Are these assholes trying to burn down the neighbourhood? he asked himself, annoyed. He tried to focus and line his sights on a new target, but gunshots rang out. He could feel them speeding through his window, and could hear their impacts on the room behind him. He had to duck behind the window sill. * * * Annie had the pistol in her hand now, having rushed to Chase’s room and back. Like before, it felt strange and uncomfortable in her grip, but she was still holding on for dear life. More gun shots had ringed out since she woke up. They seemed to be getting closer and more frequent. “Stay down,” she reminded Connor, who was huddled up with in her bedroom. "It's going to be okay." She didn’t know if she was lying. She didn’t know what else to do but lie. After a flash of light, she dared to disregard her own advice and look out the window. Fire had started across the street. Fires, even. She gulped and forced herself to breathe. Before her eyes, Flint – a day ago, the safest place in the world – was becoming a war zone. |
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| Strompy | Apr 27 2015, 05:07 PM Post #1234 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Willow's ruger sounded out distinctly and Brandon grinned. My woman. Brandon opened fire as he saw one of them reposition behind a tree, a short burst of two shots. It was dark and the distance was not insignificant with that in mind but he connected with his target. Their leg went out from under them, not a mortal wound but a serious one and in this world practically a death sentence. Brandon allowed himself a smile at that. If Jimmy enjoyed killing rotters, Brandon enjoyed killing these people. He didn't know if that made him sicko, but he felt like every rotter was a tragic figure to him and these guys weren't. It was easy to kill them. Satisfying even. He continued to lay down suppressing fire as they advanced. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 27 2015, 06:38 PM Post #1235 |
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Is that so?
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Glenda and Randall were the farthest back pair at the moment. As a result, she and Randall weren't getting many shots in their direction; she felt safer sliding out from behind the tree she had made into her lifeline and firing off a few shots. Brandon had been insistent on her taking the AR15. Although it hadn't taken a lot of convincing. The rifle fit comfortably against her shoulder and the semi-automatic fire made it easy to lay down fire while conserving ammunition. In the dark, the muzzle flash from their rifles had illuminated the ones still standing like targets. The irony was that by spraying bullets in an effort to feel safe, they were only making themselves easier to shoot. The flames made the playing field even again; they illuminated threats on both sides while spreading. These assholes aren't pulling any punches! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Glenda squeezed the trigger on her rifle one, two, three, four times. On the third and fourth shots, one of the shooters stumbled backwards and collapsed the ground. KA-BOOM! Willow's rifle rang out again; this time the bullet slammed into the chest of its targets; one of the men shooting at the house. He went down like a sack of bricks, his weapons clattering to the ground alongside him. * * * * * Paired with Brandon and currently in the middle pair, Ajay kept thinking how stupid it had been to try helping with the defense. He was terrified. He didn't know what he even thought he was trying to do here! He had only fired off a few shots; none of them hit. He wasn't even good with a gun, he'd never held one before! He would need to be close to even have a chance of hitting something. This blonde guy, Brandon, was a serious badass. Ajay could tell in the way that he moved; even under pressure like this he knew his job. Moved fluidly when he could and returned fire when appropriate. It felt like he was fighting with a soldier. It felt like he was fighting in a war! This is a war! Ajay had to remind himself of that fact more often than he wanted. Acting against the feat in his gut, he peered over the wooden fence he was hiding behind and squeezed off a few shots from the M9. He didn't hit anything, but it made him feel useful. * * * * * "God dammit!" Marcus screamed as the flames erupted. What are these guys trying to do!? Is there even a point to this shit anymore!? Marcus grabbed Geraldine's wrist; he couldn't follow Eli right now when his sister needed help. Staying between the shooters and Jimmy's now burning house, he jumped over to the next lot and took cover behind that house instead. There was a lot of greenery here; the fire would probably spread. But they had time now. "The fuck we gonna do!?" * * * * * "Dammit Cory! You need to help us! I'm down and I only got three guys left!" Cory heard the rattling of an automatic weapon. An Uzi? "Okay, two men! We're getting fuckin' thrashed out here! Our intel was dead wrong, if you don't help us now, we're dead too!" Cory let out a sigh. "Help these days, huh?" Maxwell asked him. "Why did you tell us about this place?" Cory asked sternly. "Isn't that obvious?" Maxwell sighed. "I need someone to take care of the cure. I tried acting behind the scenes. I cut the power steering on one of their trucks while they slept. I let their leader get bit while I pretended to fumble for my weapon. I misdiagnosed the young woman's injuries and told them she would survive without help. And you know what happened? They all survived anyway." "How the fuck did you kill so many people before all this?" Cory rolled his eyes. "You're not wrong at least. If the cure is real, it's bad news for guys like us. If you want to prove yourself to us, come with me." Cory took out his radio. "Get ready to push the gate, Jason. I'm going to clear the front line while Garret distracts them." * * * * * Ethan reached for the doorknob and turned. Lock. Of course. He wasn't fucking around. He aimed his gun at the lock and pulled the trigger three times. Wood splintered and cracked as he shot at it, but he didn't care. After a few shots, he was able to kick the door down, even with his skinnier frame. And just like that, he was in Annie's house. He didn't give a fuck about Chase anymore; he had tried to use his leverage in the community to make Annie his. He had tried everything. Killing Chase was just a means to an end. But now he had the absolute power of this world in his hand, a power he should have learned to respect from the start. A gun. Slowly, he made his way through the house. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 27 2015, 07:46 PM Post #1236 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli looked behind him as a bunch of the invaders appeared only to be shot down. His friends had arrived, and they had their weapons! Even Willow was involved, judging by the sound of her rifle and the successful shot he witnessed. It was a wave of good news in a sea of bad. Emboldened, Eli fell back from the burning building, keeping an eye over his shoulder for any sudden enemy appearances. He saw one. Another man in dark clothes popped out from around the trunk of a tree. Eli turned to stop and aim for him. KA-POW! Now that there were less of them to keep Jimmy suppressed, he must have had time to aim again – because a shot tore right through the man’s face. Eli was close enough to see the brutal impact. Whoever he was, he wasn’t coming back as a rotter. * * * Jeff was guarding Willow, as instructed. As fire started spreading down the street, and the cacophony of gunfire continued to ring out around, he could feel a familiar hopelessness start to encroach. He wanted to hide. He wanted to retroactively take Glenda up on her offer and get out of the way. Instead, he raised his Ruger – he aimed it down the street, at the enemy. He thought he caught a glimpse of one so he pulled the trigger. He could tell the shot went wide and hit nothing. Still – he had fought back. He had actually done it. The hopelessness started to recede. * * * Annie heard the gunshots downstairs and the door made a familiar creak as it swung open. The noise sent a stab of cold through her stomach. The war had literally arrived at her doorstep. “Mom?!” Connor heard it too. “What do we do!?” “Get under the bed,” Annie said, fighting for control. “Don’t move until I say so.” “Mom…” Connor was scared and unconvinced. “Go!” Annie turned and yelled at him. She shocked him into compliance. He scurried off to the other end of the room. Annie fought back her hesitance and built up her reserve of bravery. She knew from yesterday that she was capable of fighting back against threats to her family. She had hated it, it had been draining, but she knew she could do it. She just had to do it again. She stepped out into the hallway with the gun. Her chest rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing. She clicked off the safety – it was simple enough to learn – and raised the weapon at the end of the hallway. If someone came up the stairs, they would have to turn and walk right into her sights. They would be hers. If multiple people came up the stairs, it would be a different story. She’d fight to her last breath, and if she lost, she would pray they never found Connor. |
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| Strompy | Apr 27 2015, 10:13 PM Post #1237 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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By Brandon's count at least three of the enemy had been taken down possibly more. They'd be running out of bodies over there. They must be considering retreat by now. There was a lull in the gunfire. An oppprtunity to end this, maybe save some ammo. Brandon and Ajay made their move to the front after Glenda and Randall. "Hey! Anyone still alive over there?" he shouted out over the din "You got one chance to see the sunrise. Throw down your weapons and give yourselves up. Refuse and we'll shoot you in the legs and drag your ass outside the gate. What's it gonna be?" he asked, only half-bluffing about what would happen if they refused. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 27 2015, 11:15 PM Post #1238 |
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Is that so?
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The last of Garrets still standing men stopped firing his weapon. He glanced at the bodies of his fallen friends, then at the form of a bleeding Garret hunched against the tree. He peered around cover, looked at the mass of weapons pointed in his direction and made his decision. "Fuck this shit, man!" He screamed "I'm done! Fuck Cory and fuck you!" Without waiting for any judgement from the others, he turned tail and retreated towards the back gate they had entered through. "No, you fucker! Don't leave me alone!" Garret screamed. He left. Garret was alone. He couldn't even hold his rifle and he felt himself bleeding out. He clawed himself to a standing position. He was dead either way so he might as well make it interesting; he walked out into the open, holding his right arm out to the side while his left dangled uselessly at his side, covered in blood. He saw a lot of faces, among them the familiar face of Emmett. "You got me!" He laughed despite himself; as he faced death in the eyes, he couldn't stop himself from laughing. He didn't know if they could even hear him over the flame and gunshots. But he didn't care. "You should have killed me back at the bridge! Cause look what I went and did! Even if you kill me now, I've already burned your shithole to the ground! So go ahead, assholes! Finish me off!" * * * * * Marcus ran. What was most important now was getting his little sister to safety. She was far too shell-shocked to be self-reliant, let along helpful to any fight. She needed him right now. And the guys out there fighting, Eli and the others? They didn't. The land outside these walls had turned them into warriors already. They were the best chance this community had to staying safe. He led her through the backyards of the houses; relatively close to the outer wall. It was safer. They were out of the crossfire. It didn't take long for him to bring her to the eastern gate. Despite the gunfire outside, it seemed like the safest place to be. A majority of the guards were here, holding the gate. A number of them were on the ground; dead or dying. Some of them Marcus recognized. This shit is seriously fucked up. He wanted to run and scream. But in perhaps the greatest irony of all, these walls prevented that. There was no way out. The walls that had kept them safe could become their tomb. "Marcus..." Geraldine weakly whimpered. Marcus turned to face her. The never ending sound of gunfire had almost become background noise by now. RATATATATATA! "What's wrong?" He asked. "Are you okay!?" "I tried... I tried to make a safe place for everyone... I... I couldn't do it..." Even in the limited light, he could see she was crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her voice was straining to get the words out. "I tried... so hard! But I... I failed... I couldn't... I failed you... I'm so sorry, Marcus... I am so... so... sorry... I-" BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Marcus felt a sharp pain in his right forearm as a bullet grazed by. Geraldine was not so lucky; Marcus could only watch in horror as a couple of bullets slammed into her chest and another one shattered her jaw. Her eyes rolled back and she fell lifelessly out of his grasp. "GERRY! NO! NO NO NO!" BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The shots continued to run out. Now on his knees over his sister's body, tears streaming from his eyes, he almost didn't notice the guards that were holding the line were getting shot down, even as they scrambled behind cover. Marcus slowly turned his head towards the west gate. He couldn't see the muzzle flash of his weapon, but he did see one man. He was kneeling partially obscured amidst the shrubberies beyond Eckinger and dressed in black; Marcus almost didn't see him. But when he did, he noticed he was a very large man. Even without being able to see him fully, Marcus knew who he was instinctively. His gut told him it was Cory. That man stopped firing, reached into his jacket and pulled something out. Marcus didn't know what it was until he saw something small and ground flying in his direction. Hand grenade! * * * * * It did not seem like Annie was on the first floor. She must be on the second then. Maybe with Chase. Even the thought of the idea made Ethan's blood boil a little more. He gripped his weapon tightly. She knew he was here. But he had no idea where she was. He slowly approached the foot of the stairs, but made no move to go up them yet. "Oh, Aaaaaaannie!" He called up to her. "You hurt me, Annie! Why don't you come out and we can talk this over like reasonable adults?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 28 2015, 12:01 AM Post #1239 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett recognized the voice from his position near Jen. When he stepped out from beyond cover, he recognised the face as well. Jen raised her Uzi to shoot him down. Emmett grabbed her arm, stopping her. He stepped out from beyond cover in kind, staring the attacker down. Garret. That’s what his friend had called him back at the border. His words rang coldly true. Emmett should have killed him at the bridge. Instead, he had told him to leave and not come back and knew that his warning wouldn’t be heeded. And now he had to live with the result. Emmett marched forward with angry purpose. Between him and Garret was Eli, who seemed to be heading back to join the others. “Emmett…” Eli started to say as he passed him. Emmett kept walking. He cleared the distance quickly. His eyebrows narrowed and his stony face contorted with loathing. He raised his gun when he got close. CRACK! He didn’t shoot. Instead, he brought the handle down on Garret’s head. The sound of the impact was sickening but didn’t indicate a fatality. Garret did go down, though. It was like seeing a roamer die – he just crumpled to the floor. Emmett dropped his shotgun to the ground, then leaned over, pulled back and swung. He felt the bones in Garret’s face give way under his gloved fist. He pulled back and swung again, this time into his eye. When he pulled away, the lower half of Garret’s face was wet with crimson, and Emmett was certain one of his orbits was fractured. He had most likely blinded him in one eye. Emmett didn’t punch again, as much as he wanted to. Instead, he grabbed his arm – his good one, the one not impaired by the bullet in his shoulder. He placed it between his legs, stepped over him, and twisted it. He heard it break in an instant. He moved onto one of his legs. Again, he placed it between his own, and then pulled. He heard and felt it snap at the knee. He didn’t feel better. But he didn’t feel bad. This man – this rapist, this repeat offender, this sick fuck who couldn’t help himself – deserved all that and more. Emmett should have realized it sooner. Retaining his humanity earlier wasn’t worth this expense. “I should have killed you,” Emmett said softly when he was finished. “I wish I did. And now so do you.” * * * Annie stared ahead in quiet disbelief. How?! she had to ask herself. How did Ethan get free? How could he possibly be here right now? She didn’t respond to his taunts. She didn’t want to give away her position. If Ethan was shooting down her door, he was no better than the men attacking the community. She would treat him the same way. “Mom!” Connor appeared at the door, and spoke loud enough to be heard at the bottom of the stairs. “It’s not one of them! It’s Ethan.” Annie’s concentration faltered. “I told you not to move!” she said, her eyes narrowed. “Go!” |
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| Strompy | Apr 28 2015, 01:09 AM Post #1240 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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"Everyone is a genius in hindsight." Brandon said before putting two rounds in Garret's chest, finally ending him. Brandon made his way to the others. "We need to check the gate. Ajay, Jen, were there any fire procedures? Is there an evacuation point you can get all the residents to or some way we can get this fire under contr..." his question was cut off by the sound of gunfire to the south, and not from the east gate. Willow, Jeff and Julie's direction. A split second later and Brandon was in full sprint southward. ... The nearby gunfire startled Julie. There was a man in full black firing on the gate defenders nearby. He didn't seem to realise they were there. The man stood up and threw something at the gate. It must have been a grenade. Julie wasn't going to waste the opening it gave them. She took up her firing stance and exhaled as a moment of strange calm came over her. She fired, emptying her gun at the hulking gunman. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 28 2015, 02:25 AM Post #1241 |
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Is that so?
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Marcus saw the grenade flying towards him. His sister was dead. Geraldine was dead. The community she had dedicated herself to building was falling apart. The last remaining guards were scrambling for cover, unaware of the grenade as it hit the ground and rolled towards them. Marcus wanted to stay. If the grenade killed him, that was far more merciful than a lot of other deaths out there. Being tortured. Dying slowly. Turning into a rotter. But he couldn't accept that. These were those guys from the bridge. He had run away before, but now they were on his doorstep! He was okay with dying; but he wanted to take as many of these fuckers with him as he could before he went. Before he even knew what he was doing, he had left Geraldine behind as his feet carried him as fast as they could away from the grenade. Away from the injured and battered defenders. He was going straight for the nearby armory. BOOM! * * * * * The first bullet went wide, and Cory reacted instantly. His body moved fluidly; he moved low to the ground and slipped behind the overgrown greenery to mask his position. Just to be safe, he stayed near a tree until the gunfire stopped and he was sure that there was no more coming. His position had been compromised, he began to backtrack away from the gate and slightly north; he would go around and look for another opportunity to strike from the sidelines. "Hey, Jason." Cory spoke over the radio. "The guys at the gate are broken. Your men can take the it." "About fucking time! We've lost a lot of men already!" "How many?" Maxwell, who had remained hidden while he worked, came out of the brush and rejoined Cory. The man looked at him angrily; it made Cory mad that he would look at him with such distaste when he was the one doing all the work here. He wanted the cure taken care -- that is why he brought them here. He may have killed a lot of people, but Cory was beginning to understand why they mostly women. He was someone who would rather manipulate and use others given the chance. Cory and his men were just tools to him. His usefulness had almost been outlived. "I'm down to nine, including myself. They had a fuck ton of guys to throw at us." The voice on the radio pulled him back to the conversation. "Well, they still have a couple of live ones at the gate. Watch your approach." "Where the fuck is Garret!? Isn't he our backup!?" "I don't know, probably dead." Cory shrugged. "Not sure why you gave that idiot the most important job. If you want to run away, then run away." "Fuck you too, Cory! We're charging the gate!" Cory ejected the empty magazine of his M16 and tossed it aside. From his jacket, he pulled out a new magazine and clicked it into place. A new round a new day. * * * * * "Eli! Thank God you're okay!" When he was certain the war on this front was over, Randall left the flimsy cover he and Glenda had shared and went out to make sure his friend was okay Before anything significant could be said or exchanged, gunfire was exchanged behind them and an explosion thundered from the east gate. Instinctively, Randall ducked low to the ground, but nothing else happened. No followup gunfire. Even the ambient gunfire that seemed to endlessly be echoing through the night air had fallen oddly silent save for the cackling of the nearby flames that were beginning to spread more wildly. It gave Randall a very sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Brandon was already sprinting back towards the gate in full force. "Not alone you're not!" Glenda took off after Brandon and sprinted down the street on his heels. "Me too!" Jen went with the two of them. Randall wanted to chase after them, but his attention was drawn to the radio on the belt of the now very dead Garret. It was crackling to life as a conversation took place, but it wasn't until he got close that he could make out the words that were being said. He only caught the last line -- "-you too, Cory! We're charging the gate!" "Fuck...!" "What's going on!?" Ajay awkwardly approached Randall. "They're going for the gate! We can't let them get inside!" * * * * * Found you! Ethan grinned; he slowly rose up the steps. He knew roughly where she was now. His heart was racing at the anticipation of seeing her again. And the anticipation of her feeling the same betrayal he had felt these past few days. "Why are you always playing this game with me?" He continued talking to her. "I was never good enough for you, but a one-handed brigand and his band of troublemakers are? Nice guys finish last, as the saying goes. But don't worry, Annie -- I'm not here to play nice anymore." At the top of the stairs, he craned his head and he saw Annie at the end of the hallway; her pistol raised and pointed directly at him. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 28 2015, 03:05 AM Post #1242 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett snapped his gaze over to Brandon when he made the mercy kill. Fire was still in his eyes, literally and figuratively. He wanted to protest. He didn’t want Garret dead, he wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to lay there in pain and bleeding and bleeding. He wanted him despairingly crying to the heavens for forgiveness. Brandon had spared him that torment. Despite that, Emmett kept his mouth shut. He may have wanted that fate for Garret, but it didn’t make it right. The reminder of that was unwelcome, but not unwarranted. Brandon was on the move immediately, regardless. More gunshots from the south had caught his attention – and Emmett’s, but he waited for Randall’s word. After hearing the tail end of a conversation on Cory’s radio, he got it. He retrieved his shotgun from the ground and followed in Brandon, Glenda and Jen’s path. “No we can’t,” behind him, Eli voiced agreement with Randall. Emmett could hear him start to follow as well. * * * Jeff pivoted in place when he saw Julie shooting, then frowned when he saw a round object bounce off the pavement. “Goddamnit,” he cursed, raising an arm to shield himself – out of instinct, not practicality. The flash of the grenade was blinding. Fortunately, it was too far away to do much damage to him. The same couldn’t be said of the other nearby Flint guards. “Goddamnit,” he cursed again, lower and breathier this time. He raised his pistol. He looked for a body – a victim of Julie’s sudden fire – but couldn’t find one. He gritted his teeth and squeezed the trigger a couple more times in that direction. * * * Jimmy looked up from the scope of the sniper rifle. Brandon had put two in the chest of that downed guy, right after Emmett went all aggro-Hulk Hogan on his ass. There didn’t seem to be any more invaders coming from that direction. His job seemed to be done here. Meanwhile, his house was heating up – literally. He could feel the heat of the flames as they started to lick and claw at the bottom floor. When he stood up from the window, he bemoaned all the cool shit that he had picked up on runs that was probably burning to ashes right now. He resolved to save what he could from the closet, and then take his leave. It seemed like a good time to go. * * * Connor ducked back inside, and Annie’s neck swivelled back to the hallway – only just in time to see Ethan arrive. Her whole body stiffened up. Her skin prickled with awareness of what the weapon in her hand could do. Her mind recalled the feeling of helplessness that almost overcame her yesterday, when Kevin almost had her at his mercy. She pulled the trigger. BANG! She was staring forward just in time to see Ethan’s stupid grin turn into an equally stupid look of shock, right before and after the bullet punched through his shoulder. BANG! She pulled the trigger again, almost as soon as she was done pulling it the first time. That bullet struck Ethan a little lower. BANG! The gut this time. Annie was almost hyper-aware of how he started to double over. BANG! That round thudded into the plaster beside Ethan’s head. She stopped firing, but didn’t lower the weapon. Her body and mind relaxed. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Apr 28 2015, 04:14 AM Post #1243 |
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Is that so?
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Cory's word was right. When Jason reached the gate, the other side looked like a war zone. Bodies and giblets littered the area directly on the other side. There was no movement at all, save for a few people on the ground that hadn't been killed by that explosion or the gunfire, but were bleeding out. "Heh heh heh." Ron laughed from nearby. "They got fuckin' wrecked. Let's get in there and clear out any survivors." A few of the others put their rifles through the gate, scanning in all directions for some form of movement. But Jason didn't see anything of note. That idiot Garret had lit the place on fire, but they could probably salvage some supplies regardless of that. Garret better hope he actually was dead, because Jason would shoot him down himself if he survived. An excuse was really all he had been looking for anyway. "I wish we had those fuckin' cutters now." Ron reminisced as he looked at the chain that held the gate shut. "Just shoot it or something!" Jason argued back. "You can't do that, you'll bounce the bullets around!" Another one of the men suggested and walked over. "Look, the grenade damaged it anyway." "Don't you have more grenades?" Ron sighed. "Just blow this fucker open! Always wanted to do that!" Clink clink. As if on command, something skipped along the ground. Once. Twice. It came to rest on the opposite side of the gate, near where Jason, Ronald, and a few others stood. Their eyes widened and their mouths dropped when they recognized it as a grenade. Of course, by then it was too late. BOOM! * * * * * Marcus reemerged from the armory, one of the scavenged M16 rifles in hand. The gate and nearby wall was little more than a hunk of twisted metal now. He had been ready to stand his ground and mow any of those assholes down that tried to run in. But nobody else did. They were either all dead or running away. "Fuckers didn't see that one coming! THAT... that was for Geraldine!" He wanted to laugh. He wanted to call them named and piss on their bodies. He wanted to run out there and shoot anyone still alive. Preferably in their balls. But he couldn't. His voice was stressed and it was taking everything he had to even remain somewhat composed. But it didn't really matter. He didn't think anyone was still alive to hear him. * * * * * Ethan was taken aback; he hadn't moved because he was confident she wouldn't shoot! That she didn't have the guts! He had been proven wrong with three shots in his torso. Pain surged through his body, he could feel blood seeping into his lungs. She got him good. Ethan doubled over and fell onto one knee. His breaths were sharp and heavy. Breathing hurts. "Gah! Hah... hah... you... bitch!" He growled as best he could. He couldn't believe he ever wanted this woman! His heart burned with the rage of rejection and regret. What kind of woman would shoot first, ask questions later? Randall was perfect for her. They were both blood-thirsty, cold-hearted barbarians. "You really do... belong outside... these walls..." He forced all of his strength into his right arm. Weakly, he lifted the pistol in front of him again and aimed it at Annie. * * * * * "Jason, are you still there?" Cory asked the question for a third time after the explosion. No answer. He and Maxwell had returned to the junkyard again. Cory had always been a lone wolf. He would strike, retreat into the shadows, and then strike again. This Maxwell character was a burden on that... he did nothing and, for a serial killer, he seemed fairly inept. He was better at manipulating people than anything else. Cory knew that he was just being used as a tool. If this operation went under, which it looked like it was, Maxwell was going to shoot him and claim glory for it. "I saw your operation at the bridge and I thought that you guys had enough smarts to pull this off! Clearly I overestimated your potential. You are the only one left." Maxwell complained, the eyes behind his glasses glaring with malice. "I would appreciate it if you changed your tone." Cory warned him coldly. "Your usefulness died the moment you told us where this place was. Surely you didn't track me down just for refuge." "It was partly that." Maxwell grimaced. "If you guys were competent and pulled it off, I was going to take my leave as payment for delivering the cure to you. But it sounds like all of your men are dead." Cory sighed. He certainly was abrasive. The stories that they told about him must have been over-exaggerated. There was no way this guy had the ability to seduce anyone with words. Maybe he seduced them with his perceived helplessness. Cory could believe that. Of course, the stories surrounding the mystery of The Butcher of London were as varied as they were preposterous. Whether or not this man even was the true serial killer that had struck fear into so many hearts was a mystery itself. A mystery that Cory realized he didn't particularly care for. He raised his rifle and pointed it at a stunned Maxwell. "So are you." BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The sound of four shots echoed through the otherwise silent encampment. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Apr 28 2015, 04:46 AM Post #1244 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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BANG! Annie fired first. Another bullet slammed through Ethan’s right shoulder. Annie had actually aimed that time. “Mom, are you…” Connor called out from the other room, his voice fraught with worry. “I’m okay,” Annie answered. Unlike Connor, she was surprisingly calm. Freakishly calm, even. “Just stay where you are, sweetie. Don’t come out here.” She kept the gun raised and her trigger-finger ready as she slowly walked down the narrow hallway towards Ethan’s body. She didn’t lower it until she pressed her foot on the gun he had dropped. She stepped on it, and then slid it back the way she came. She took a step back. She finally let herself take a slow and deep breath as she regarded Ethan’s pitiable visage. Her bottle – the one where she stored all her insecurities and dread since this whole thing started – had spilled over yesterday. After fighting off Kevin, and saving Chase, all the fear and grief she had been holding on to had come rushing out of her. The bottle was empty now. She had cried all her tears. Ethan had already hurt her as much as he was ever going to. “I’m what you forced me to be,” Annie said coldly. Slowly, she sat down in the hallway across from him. She fixed her dark gaze to him, watching him dispassionately as he bled out. “Randall was never the problem, you know that, right?” she said, just as cold. “It was always you. You’re a child. You’re not a nice guy, you’re a pathetic one. And I think you know it. I think you’ve always known it.” She kept the gun pointed at him as she paused for a moment, thinking. “You’re right about one thing, though,” she said. “You were never good enough for me.” * * * Jeff heard another explosion by the gate. Then, as silence descended, he blinked and gawked. There was no movement. He waited only a little bit before advancing unsteadily towards the east entrance. “Is that… is that it?” he asked slowly. “Did we… did we just win?” |
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| Strompy | Apr 28 2015, 06:58 AM Post #1245 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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By the time he arrived he was already too late to be of any help. Everyone at the gate was dead. He'd taken cover ready to shoot anyone who stepped through when Marcus had come out of the armory and dealt with it efficiently. The man looked shatteted, and Brandon could see why. Geraldine's body lay nearby. Marcus didn't even know about Candice yet. Four more shots pierced the silence. Brandon took off again in their direction. As he'd come to accept by now his abdomen was on fire from the effort. Even if he hadn't been hit he was going to be feeling all this activity tomorrow. ... Julie wanted to just sit down and let the nervous energy in her body go. They weren't out of the woods yet though. Flint was burning. There had to be something they could do to save it. Pumps or something. They were right next to a reservoir! "This isn't over yet, we have to get the fire under control or this was all pretty much pointless." Julie asnwered Jeff. This town, even beaten and burned still had running water, power and supplies. It was still her child's best shot. Fire was the mist predictable emergency, they had to have some plan in place. Julie walked to the front door of the house they'd been using. Now that the fighting was done it was time these people did something to save their own sorry asses. She banged on the door three times. "Fight's over! We've got a fire. Get your asses in gear or we're all fucked." she called out. |
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