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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 07:05 PM Post #1336 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli was relieved by all the activity in the SUV. It sounded like almost everybody was okay. The only voice he hadn’t heard was Connor’s. “Honey, are you alright?” Annie obviously came to the same realization. Her voice was panicked. From the back, Connor let out a pained groan. “I… I… I…” he stammered, sounding more stunned than afraid. Eli looked back. The expression on the kid’s face reminded him of Jeff’s during the ambush at the Peace Bridge. He had overshot terrified and gotten to numb confusion. It looked like he had survived the fall okay, though. “He’s fine,” Eli assured her hastily. “We need to…” THUNK! That time, the rotter almost immediately rolled off and past the windows on the driver’s side. “We need to get out of here!” Eli said, before he could be interrupted again. “You got a gun?” “Yes,” Annie nodded back hastily. “In my bag. A Glock 17. I got it…” “Doesn’t matter,” he cut her off quickly. “Where is it?” “My bag. In the back.” Eli immediately turned around, yelling to the back. “Randall! There’s a gun in Annie’s bag! An’ get the rest!” His own assault rifle was back there, for instance. Fortunately, his Supergrade was still by his side. He drew it when he heard a pounding to his left. A rotter had made it to his feet and had slammed its hands into the already-cracked driver’s side window. Eli aimed the pistol over his belly and squeezed the trigger. BLAM! The bullet punched a hole through the window and into the rotter’s face. The window shattered and the rotter fell backwards – Eli held his arm out to shield himself from the falling glass. Outside, the rotters that fell from above – the ones that didn’t fall on their heads, at least – were starting to rise. More kept falling to join their ranks. Another one approached Eli’s door. He shoved it open to knock the rotter back, then quickly elbowed the remaining glass out of the way with his left arm. With his shooting arm, he took aim at the rotter as it recovered. BLAM! Two down, way too many more to go, Eli thought. The situation had started out of control and it wasn’t getting any better. He was struggling to keep his wits as he looked around him to get a better of sense of things. Julie was already out of the SUV, he realized. An extra bolt of panic struck him when he remembered that where she was concerned, there were two lives at risk. “Jen, protect her!” Eli demanded, taking aim and firing again at a rotter that had made it to its feet. * * * Emmett unbuckled his seat belt, and waited until Brandon had given his inspirational speech until jumping out of the car. “Let’s go,” he turned to her, tacitly agreeing with Brandon’s plan that they would check it out while he kept the roamers still on the road off of them. With one arm, he helped Willow over the wreck and towards the chasm. With the other, he drew his gun from under his coat – which was keeping him well protected from the falling snow. The nearby roamers were still far enough away that he had time to run close to the gap and try to look down. It was dark and the damage was hard to make out. It looked like the SUV had landed the right way, at least. “Eli?!” he yelled down. “Randall!?” |
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| Strompy | May 4 2015, 07:21 PM Post #1337 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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The rotters they'd passed before were still a fair distance away. Brandon switched his carbine to semi-auto and squeezed off a few shots patiently, taking down several rotters with care. He looked back to see that Willow and Emmett were over the wreck. He turned and made his way to them, stopping next to them at the edge. He could see several more rotters on the other side, throwinv themselves over the edge. With the same patience he lined up a target over the other side, the slight magnification of the sight making it an easier task compared with his FAL. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. He fired in steady succession. ... Down below Julie had drawn her pistol. She shot Eli a brief incredulous look. Protect her? "Protect the kids!" she demanded back. That's what the gun was for. Did he just forget she knew how to use it? Well, use it reasonably well. Julie stepped to the side as another rotter plummeted to the ground a few yards away. It writhed a moment after impact so she made short work of its already fractured skull with her boot. She heard gunfire from up top followed by Emmett's voice. More shots rang out a couple moments later. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 07:35 PM Post #1338 |
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Is that so?
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Jen winced as she whipped off her seat belt. She could feel the tenderness across her chest from where the seat belt had dug into her when they crashed into the ground. It might leave a gnarly bruise, but it wasn't going to kill her. If she wasn't careful, the rotters might. She closed the door on her side and switched her Uzi to single shot as she slid over to Julie's side of the SUV. BAM! BAM! She swiftly picked off a deadhead that was getting up off the ground near Julie; the first shot hit its shoulder but the second struck home. She didn't think Julie needed the help, she seemed pretty capable. As long as she stayed here, any deadheads would have to go through her to get to the kids. But after picking off a couple more deadheads, it was becoming increasing clear that time was a commodity they did not have. No matter how many she picked off, another one would come falling down to replace it. And by the time those were taken care of, the horde would be on top of them. * * * * * Randall leaned into the back of the car on Eli's demand. They needed their guns and he still was not much use in a gun fight. He found Annie's bag fairly quickly, but from this awkward position he couldn't get the entire bag out. And even if he could, he didn't have time. He instead opted to open it, pull out the Glock 17 itself, and toss it into the middle seat. "Annie!" He called out as he did so. The assault rifle was easier to get to. "Eli!" * * * * * Willow didn't follow Emmett all the way to the hole in the freeway. She was already limping pretty badly as it was, the last thing she wanted to do was risk falling down. Instead, she hung a few feet back. She left the Ruger Gunsite strapped across her chest and reached for the holstered FNP. When she saw Brandon taking out rotters that were jumping down, she aimed down the sights of her own weapon to help. Every rotter they killed up here was one less the others had to deal with. She didn't need to look to know that at least some of them had survived -- she could already hear their gunfire. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The sound of her FNP joined the chorus. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 08:00 PM Post #1339 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett’s voice. In the excitement, Eli had temporarily forgotten about the other car. Knowing they hadn’t fallen into the same trap was a welcome shot of relief. “We’re alive! All of us!” Eli called out, as a plan of action started to form in his hand. He pulled up on the latch that opened the truck. “We’re going to get to cover.” That was easier said than done, of course. He was about to step out the SUV when a rotter fell on his chest directly in front of him. From his seat, Eli drove his heel into the back of the rotter’s head, smashing it violently against the concrete. He raised his weapon, firing at another rotter a little further back. He hit him in the shoulder and had to fire again for the headshot. “We’re going to get out of here!” he yelled, just hoping that Emmett and the others could hear him from up there. “There’s a horde coming!” * * * Nearby, Annie responded to Randall’s call. She reached around the seat and grabbed it. Bad memories of Kevin and Ethan flooded into her head as her fingers wrapped around the grip, but she shoved them aside. She had a feeling the memories she was making now would be as bad or worse. “What do I…” she could feel herself about to ramble, and cut herself off. She took a sharp breath. This time, she asked calmly. “What do I do?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 08:39 PM Post #1340 |
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Is that so?
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After handing off the guns and having Eli pop open the trunk, Randall brought his upper body back over the seat and confronted the worried Annie. "It's easier than people." Randall assured Annie as he tapped a finger to his forehead. "Just aim for the head. Take out the brain and they go down." BAM! BAM! BAM! Jennifer was still at the door, keeping rotters away from the SUV as Eli and Julie started on ahead. She was apparently not going to leave until everyone was out. After how quickly she had been abandoned by the people at Flint, Randall noted her admirable resolve. She was already more useful than Maxwell had ever been. "Line up the shot, then exhale just before you pull the trigger. It will help with your aim." There wasn't enough time to go over the full form for firing a gun. She knew how they worked and Randall hoped that she could learn the rest on the fly. He reached to his side and unsheathed his dagger; he couldn't shoot but he could certainly still stab them if they got close. "We're going to get our stuff from the back and make a break for cover. Once you step outside the door there is no going back -- but everyone here will have your back. Are you ready?" He wasn't just asking Annie; he was also asking Connor and Kelsey. Mostly Connor, but he didn't want to hurt the kid's pride. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 10:04 PM Post #1341 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie focused on Randall as he gave his instructions. She nodded along, focusing on his words and not the direness of the situation. She was still stunned from the crash. She suspected everyone was, but if they could get through it, so could she. It’s just like surgery, she reminded herself. That thought got her through those moments outside the wall in Flint, when she and Randall saved Jennifer’s life. Focus. “Keep Connor safe,” she said. He was shaking and hadn’t answered his question. With the gun back in her hand, she returned to the front seat. She aimed out the window, at one of the rotters that had fallen on its belly. She was only a few feet away from the back of his head. It wasn’t a tough shot. She took a breath. BLAM! The bullet went into the rotter’s head and never came out. Its body twitched and then went still. With another deep breath, Annie opened the door. * * * BLAM! Eli was burning through his magazine as he started rounding the SUV. His mind kept wanting to wander back to stunned, but every new gunshot snapped him back to reality. THUNK! He turned suddenly when a rotter hit the hood of the SUV and bounced off. Eli noted it was already bleeding from its head as it came down. Above, Emmett, Willow and Brandon must have been lending a hand. Over the sound of him, Julie and Jen – and now Annie, apparently – shooting, it was hard to tell what was coming from where. A rotter on the ground that he foolishly thought was dead reached out and grabbed for his ankle. Eli shook loose, then snapped back and kicked it in the jaw, breaking it. Another rotter got close on his left. He reacted quickly, pistol whipping it with the grip of his Supergrade. When its head snapped back, Eli raised his other arm so he was holding the gun in two hands before unloading a round into the rotter’s mouth. Oh, fuck me, he thought, for the 20th time in two minutes. When that rotter down, he noticed more coming from his direction – the opposite direction a horde was already coming from. They were emerging from behind a distant building. More appeared with every passing moment. Eli couldn’t wait around to see how many would pop up. All he needed to know was that there were too fucking many. Of course, this site under the freeway had erupted into some sort of warzone. It made sense that every rotter for miles would head their way. It made a frustrating, sickening, goddamn kind of sense. “More coming, other direction,” he said to the group on the ground. “We gotta get our bags and go.” He wasn’t going to lose those bags. A lot of the supplies were in Emmett’s trailer, but their weapons and ammunition were in the SUV. If they left them behind, next time they were in a situation like this, they’d be screwed. Of course, right now, thinking about next time at all was optimistic. He wasn’t exactly down here with the A-Team. Now that Randall was missing a hand, his other top three drafts picks for this kind of work were stranded on the highway up above. Julie was holding her own, and Jen was doing better than he could have anticipated, but they were still pregnant and injured respectively. Everyone else was a kid or an inexperienced doctor. All that meant was he needed to step up. He needed to take responsibility for getting them to safety. He arrived at the back of the SUV, fired the last shot in his magazine, then nudged the trunk all the way open. As quickly as he could, he grabbed his own gym bag and slung it over his shoulder. Then he grabbed Annie’s bag, holding it in his free hand. “Randall, some help here,” he said urgently. Randall might not have been able to do much shooting, but even with one good arm, he was capable of carrying some of this. He holstered his gun – no time to replace the magazine. Instead, he lifted his assault rifle with one hand. Randall had been good enough to pass it along, and Eli had just enough to lean back in and retrieve it before exiting the SUV for good. BANGBANGBANG! He sloppily fired a burst into the head of a rotter who had fallen nearby. * * * “Eli!” Emmett yelled again. His voice was getting hoarse. Yelling wasn’t something he usually did. “It’s hard to hear!” He raised his Mac-10, holding it with both hands. He fired a few controlled bursts at some of the roamers still on the freeway. The resulting pops emphasized his point. He looked back down. He could see most of their forms now, surrounding the SUV, fighting for their lives. Emmett wanted to fire down and help. He wasn’t as accurate as he would like with this gun, though. He’d be afraid of missing and hitting one of them. Instead, he aimed up again, firing at some of the roamers moving through the freeway wreckage towards them. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 4 2015, 10:52 PM Post #1342 |
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Is that so?
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"Hey, Kelsey." Randall placed a hand on his daughter's head. "Do you still have the knife we gave you a week ago?" Kelsey didn't answer; she lifted up her shirt to show him the sheathed dagger that was in her pants waist. She was scared. "Don't worry, we're getting out of this. But you might need to fight. Help me keep Connor safe." She quickly and silently nodded her head. Randall rubbed her head affectionately and gave her the most confident smile he could muster right now. Then he tapped Jen on the shoulder to get her attention. "We're going!" "Stay close and keep your eyes up!" Jen warned. On that, she jumped out of the car. She immediately looked up and practically jumped to the side as a rotter came plummeting down and impacted the ground she had been standing on only a moment ago. Without the use of both legs, she settle for shooting a round into the back of its head instead of stomping. It looked dead, but Randall was never against a double tap, just in case. In the opening, Randall went for the door, but realized that Connor wasn't moving. He sheathed his own dagger, grabbed him by the wrist, and all but dragged him outside. Kelsey followed on their heels, her own dagger gripped tightly in her right hand. While Jen and Annie were providing over from rotters approaching on the passenger side, Randall guided the children around to the back where Eli was grabbing as many supplies as he could. Randall knew Eli had the right idea. They needed these supplies. They wouldn't get out of Chicago if they didn't have bullets. And Randall had every intention of getting out of this mess alive. Years of construction work had made him strong, with a little help he was able to serve as a pack mule for a small number of bags. Jen swung by as he was picking them up and grabbed her own dufflebag from them. * * * * * We need a way to talk to them. To communicate! Willow lowered to FNP; the magazine was empty. She nervously ejected the old one and slipped a new one in. While picking off the encroaching rotters, she was trying to wrap her mind around their current dilemma. Thirty feet plus of air was a long distance to talk over the sound of gunfire. If only they could send someone down. Not someone. Something! "The radio!" Willow exclaimed as loudly as she could. "We can pass one of the radios down to them!" |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 4 2015, 11:09 PM Post #1343 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie was out the door when she fired her next shot. It blew a rotter’s ear off. She tried to keep steady as she fired again, this time hitting the rotter high enough in the nose to end it. Again, they were too close – frighteningly close – for it be much of an achievement in aiming. She felt a jolt of pride, regardless. She aimed and fired for another rotter, one that was just getting up. She was ready to take a breath, like Randall instructed, but she screamed instead. No! The simple word echoed throughout her head as a body fell on her back, toppling her. She hit the ground with a thud. Her chest took most of the impact but she could feel herself scraping her chin. By the time she looked back, it was too late. The rotter that fell was on the lower half of her body. All it had to do was bite down and she’d be infected. No… She had to grab the gun from where she dropped it, and aim it backwards. At least she would take down the rotter that took her. It was an extremely cold comfort. But the rotter never bit down. Annie blinked, then noticed it bleeding from multiple holes in its forehead. Someone up above had already killed this one. She allowed herself to breathe out. * * * Between Eli, Randall and Jen, it seemed like they had everything. Eli closed the trunk after Jen moved away. He realized a moment later that he had no reason to do that, except maybe as a symbolic gesture that the job was done. “Go, that way!” Eli instructed, pointing north, up and away from the two converging hordes. “I’ll cover you!” He raised his rifle as much as he could, firing off a few more rounds at a pair of rotters. He ended one, but perforated the chest of another. The ones left alive from the freeway were few, but more kept falling – even if many of them were dead when they hit the ground, they were still a threat. Then there was one of the hordes. They would be on them in no more than a minute, and there was zero chance of fighting them off. * * * Emmett lit up at Willow’s suggestion – it was a good one, he should have thought of it immediately. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and turned on his heel. Willow obviously couldn’t go, and he bet Brandon would want to stick with her to keep her safe. Besides, he knew exactly where the radios were. He hurriedly cleared the distance back to his trailer, which had slammed into the side of an already-crumpled car. He reached in through the open passenger door, unlocking the glove box and wrapping his fingers around one of his hand radios. When he got it, he hurried back just as fast. It looked like Eli and the others were running out of time. “Brandon!” he called out when he was halfway there. When the young blonde man turned to look, Emmett tossed the radio underhand for Brandon to in turn toss below. Emmett had good aim – it flew directly towards Brandon’s chest. When it was out of his hands, he immediately turned and headed back to the cab of the truck, so he could be with the other radio in time to hear Eli’s response. |
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| Strompy | May 5 2015, 12:19 AM Post #1344 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Why hadn't they had a radio in each vehicle? How did that not occur to them yet? No matter. Brandon caught the radio with his left hand. He looked down below to see who coulf take it. Randall was one-armed and he was taking care of the kids. Jen and Eli were already laden down with their bags and were figthing. Julie was taking out rotters by walking up to thrm and firing point blank (he supposed she didn't want to risk missing). Annie was on the ground with a dead rotter half on top of her. She was pretty much the only one with her hands free. Placing his thumb and forefinger between his lips he let out a piercing high pitched whistle. "Annie!" he called down holding up the radio for her to see. He gently tossed it directly down to her. Her hand eye coordination had to be pretty good for surgery, he hoped that extended to catching things. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 5 2015, 12:37 AM Post #1345 |
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Is that so?
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"Come on!" Randall commanded Connor and Kelsey. He put both of the kids in front of him and ran north as per Eli's command. As he ran, he unsheathed his knife again, just in case any rotters got the jump on them. Kelsey was capable, but she was still a child. Nothing was going to harm either of these children; not today. Not ever if he had any say in it. * * * * * Jen headed over to Annie as soon as she heard her scream. Thankfully the deadhead that had her pinned to the ground looked very much dead. After taking a look above to make sure no rotters were on the way down, she knelt over and helped Annie get the deadhead off of her. CLONK! Jennifer's sense were overwhelmed as something nailed her in the back of the head; her vision turned white and her head throbbed in pain. She stopped helping Annie with the deadhead and clutched the back of her head with a howl. "JESUS, OUCH!" Thankfully it didn't feel like she was bleeding, but that was going to hurt like a bitch for a few hours. Was it a piece of the bridge that just fell on her head? No, if that was concrete she could have been out like a light. It was lighter. She craned her head to look for the offending object and her eyes quickly picked it apart from the rubble. A radio! Above her she could see the others looking down. Probably laughing. This would normally be the point where she picked up the radio and told him to watch where he was throwing that thing, but now was really not the time. She could do that after there were somewhere safe. Besides, the radio was a good idea. Instead, she finished helping up Annie and handed the radio to her. "Time to go." * * * * * "Oh, ouch." Willow cringed visibly at the impact. "That one wasn't even on you, she walked right into it." |
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| Strompy | May 5 2015, 01:30 AM Post #1346 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Julie's pistol was dry. Without a holster for it reloading was going to be too awkward to do on the run. She tucked it into the back of her pants and immediately regretted it. The barrel was fucking hot. She burned her ass. It was going to leave a scar. "SHIT FUCK!" she cursed, before placing the gun awkwardly in her left hand with a frustrated a d embarassed look on her face. She drew her kukri and followed Randall and the kids. Between the two of them they had a working pair of hands. ... "Ah shit, god damn, girl, pay attention." Brandon grumbled in embarassment as he provided support for the others. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 5 2015, 01:49 AM Post #1347 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie looked to Jen gratefully. That look turned to surprise when she handed her the radio. “What is…” she cut herself off after a moment of consideration. She turned to Eli, who was fighting off rotters near the back of the SUV. She called out his name. Eli turned in response, and his eyes instantly registered recognition. Without saying a word, he tossed her the bag in his hand – her bag, she realized, when it hit the ground in front of her. It took her a second, but she got the cue and tossed the radio back. He caught it in his free hand. “Go with Randall!” he yelled for her. Now she had been told twice. She didn’t need to be told a third time. She grabbed the straps of her bag and followed Jen away. Ahead, Randall was shepherding the two children away from the encroaching horde. She was grateful once again, because Connor looked to be okay. She and Jen caught up with them as they ran towards a street. To their side was a massive warehouse. As soon as they passed it, her gratitude washed away. There were even more rotters. Two dozen of them, maybe. They appeared from the warehouse’s shadow, walking slowly but steadily in the group’s new direction. * * * Eli pressed the button down on the radio with one hand, and used the other hand to spray the assault rifle at incoming rotters. “Hello?” he asked. His eyes were narrowed but he was hopeful. “Eli,” Emmett’s voice answered. Hearing it over the static brought back memories of him holding Julie and Kelsey hostage. “We’re okay. What do you want us to do?” As soon as he heard the beep, Eli hurriedly pressed down on the button himself. No time to waste. “Is the trailer still working?” BANGBANGBANG! Eli fired a few more shots as he waited for a reply. It took a couple seconds before the next beep. “Yes,” Emmett answered. Eli pressed down on the button again. “Take it, go back the way we came,” he instructed. “Find a way down here, pick us up.” Beep. “Where will you be?” “I don’t know,” Eli said, eyes narrowed in frustration at himself and the world. “Nearby. Somewhere safe.” As if such a place exists. “Okay,” Emmett’s voice returned after another beep. “I gotta go,” Eli responded. “Good luck, stay in contact.” He knew it wasn’t going to be exactly easy for Emmett and the others to find their way back here after so much backtracking. Chicago wasn’t like New York. The streets weren’t numbered. He had faith, though, if only because there was no other option. Click. The sound brought his mind back to the present. His AR-15 was out. He had to let it fall over his shoulder and just get moving. As he did, he pocketed the radio, and drew his baton. Carrying so much luggage, his swing was restricted, but he could still muster enough force to knock a rotter that had gotten too close out of the way. Another one stood between him and the others now. He was about to clear the distance and take a swing when a bullet went in one side of his head and came out another, saving him the trouble. Someone up there was watching out for him. And by someone, he meant Willow or Brandon. Whoever it was, he waved his thanks without looking back. * * * Emmett finished replacing the magazine on his Mac-10, and then fired a few more rounds out the passenger side at roamers trying to circumvent the wreckage. For half his magazine, he got only two of them in the head. The radio sat on the dashboard, meanwhile, waiting for further instruction from Eli. Emmett figured it may not come for a while. From what he saw, the people on the ground were fighting for their lives. Not a lot of time to talk. “Brandon! Willow!” Emmett yelled again. He hated doing it, but it was necessary over the din of gunfire. “We have to leave!” He had backed the trailer away an inch from the crash already, happy that it was still running. Now he would have to perform an unwieldy turn to get it going the other way. He spared a glance that other way – in the distance, the roamers they plowed through earlier appeared on the horizon. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | May 5 2015, 02:17 AM Post #1348 |
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Is that so?
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Outrunning rotters would normally not be a problem. When Randall saw them shambling from around the warehouse, he was not that concerned at first. Even with the terrified Connor and the limping Jennifer, they would have no problems outrunning a group like this. Jennifer raised her Uzi to deal with the problem herself, but Randall placed his fist on top of the weapon and slowly pushed it towards the ground. "Conserve your ammo." He shook his head. "They aren't worth it. There are probably more of them anyway." That was one lesson he still needed to teach; Jen seemed a little overeager with that thing sometimes. The real shoot first and think about it later type. That wasn't always a bad thing, but it wasn't always a good thing either. Especially with a gun that could eat through a limited supply of bullets. Thankfully, Eli caught up to them before the rotters were able to make much headway in their direction. "Eli." He noted the radio he was carrying and put the pieces together. "What's the plan?" * * * * * "Coming!" Willow called out as Eli signaled the retreat. Brandon was faster than she was, but she made sure not to fall too far behind. The effort made her feel short of breath, but time was of the essence here. Why couldn't I have been shot in the arm? Or the shoulder? Those would have been nice; instead I got shot in the lung and the leg. It's like a someone out there was trying to make me a dependent cripple that couldn't run away! She cursed herself internally, but with Brandon's help she was able to clear the wreckage and they were both able to get into Emmett's van before the rotters could close in on them. |
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| Strompy | May 5 2015, 03:30 AM Post #1349 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon fired off one last round at an approaching rotter as Willow reached the truck. He slung his rifle and helped Willow into the cab with both hands firmly supporting her rump. He took the situation seriously of course, but he couldn't resist. Things looked pretty scary for a moment there, his heart was pumping fast with nervous energy. It left him a little high on adrenaline without any way to put it to use and seeing Willow in action was always a turn on, so that contributed. He also felt hopeful about the situation despite the little nagging worry he always got when the group was split up. They got their friends out. On to the next job. The others made it out and they had Eli and Jen with them he had reminded himself. Those two were capable enough to get them to relative safety. It was just another set back was all. He just had to stay positive and focus on the next obstacle. That was three vehicles they'd gone through getting here. So much for Andre's day-trip projection. Brandon quietly offered an apology and thanks to whoever was up there, that was two car crashes his friends had been in an survived. Though maybe they were just getting good at that. At least this time they managed to keep their stuff. Right now it was too precious to leave. "See you soon, guys." Brandon said, almost a prayer, as he closed the door. |
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| DoctorYerishi | May 5 2015, 12:52 PM Post #1350 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“The plan is…” Eli started to answer before he had one. He cut himself off when he saw rotters approaching from a third direction. He looked around quickly, eager to find a solution. He told Emmett they would be nearby, somewhere safe. There weren’t a lot of options. And he needed to decide fast. “The warehouse!” he said, pointing in that direction. “Go!” There were rotters coming around it, but they had a clear path to the side door. With people like Jen in the party, he didn’t want to be running long, so the fact that it was close was a point in its favour. “Go!” he repeated as they all took off. With her leg injury, Jen was the slowest, so he forced her arm around his shoulder and helped her along. Soon enough, the rest of the group got there as the rotters from around the side started approaching. “It’s locked!” Annie reported from the front. Eli let Jen go, and kept marching towards it, without stopping moving. When he was close, he planted his foot, leaned back, channelled his frustration and – -- CRACK! He kicked it open in one try, then stepped aside so the others could move in ahead of him. Annie first, then Randall with Connor and Kelsey, then Julie and Jen. He was about to follow when the first of the rotters caught up. It made its ghastly groaning sound and lunged for him. He still had the baton in his hand, though, and he swung as hard as he could, striking it in the cheek and sending it sprawling into the wall. Before the next one in line could take its shot, Eli ran in, dragging the door closed behind him. When he was in, he let his weight fall against the door. He immediately felt the weight of a rotter pushing back against him. Then the weight of two. Then three. “Help!” he cried, holding the door closed with his back. After kicking it open, it wasn’t going to stay closed by itself. * * * When Willow and Brandon were inside, Emmett started his turning procedure. It required backing up three times, but he was finally able to drive back in the direction they came. The roamers from nearby had started pointlessly pounding at the back of the trailer by the time he zoomed forward, leaving them in the dust. Now there were the other roamers to worry about – the ones he and Eli had driven through on the way here. The trailer was once again in their path. Emmett chose a route through where he’d get the least resistance – but even that would still involve mowing down three or more rotters. “Hold on,” he said, not for the first time that day. |
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