" awsome shot !" Rand was hyped up. He looked around " does the moaning get louder to you ?" Kindel looked in back of them. The doors in the alleys all opened. Zombies lots of them " LETS FUC/< UP THESE BITCHES !!!" Kindel said. He started shooting his shotgun at the on coming zombies. Rand started firing his pistol as well. Hitting for the head.
Jacob raised the weapon up to his shoulder and started to use his sights. Remembering to switch the gun to single shot, he made as many precise shots as he could. "Stackhouse, Mike Victor Uniform. Double time!!" Sam made his way to the three and started taking the shots that he could squeeze out. "Book, I'm running really low on pistol ammo and I'm doubting that M16 clip will do us very well against all of these zombies." Jacob thought for a second. "Good point, we'll save the assault rifle." Jacob placed the M16 on his back and removed the Colt .45 from his bag. The very first shot he made with it was at a zombie less then five feet away, effectively taking a portion of it's head off.
" shit !!!" Rand looked around. "theres a ladder !" Kindel ran by the ladder and held off the zombies away from there. Rand fired 5 more shots with his pistol then he was out of ammo. " dammit ! that was my last clip !" He took out his machete. " Yo , Rand get up the ladder foo !" HE climbed up to the roof.
Jacob and Sam both ran over to the ladcder and looked at each other. "Book, you go up first." "That's a negative Stackhouse. Now get up that ladder on the double." "I can't take the chan-" "Stackhouse, I am your superior, I'm ordering you to get up that ladder. You're a soldier, it's high time you acted like one." Stackhouse saluted and started to climb up the ladder looking down occasionally at his freind fighting off the zombies. Once at the top, he signalled Jacob to climb up.
Kindel was down with Jacob helping him. He ran out of ammo. He then started to reload alsmost dropping shells. " hay man ill cover you from on the ladder !!!" He got up mid way on the ladder and rapped his arm around it and started to shoot the shotgun. It hurt Kindels arm terribley but he needed to help. Rand was helpless with only a machete.
Jacc walked over to the corpse in the hallway and kneeled down next to it, checking it out to see if he truly had lost his mind. "No, definitely a zombie... I've played enough RE to know that..." He stood, tossing the handgun aside. It had only been loaded with one bullet, which in retrospect would have been useless in a break-in or robbery situation... He walked out, closing the shutter door behind him and walking out into the main corridor of the mall and heading for his apartment. He had tons of guns stored there, though they were for show. He'd have to go pick up some ammo at the pawn shop downtown before he would truly be ready for the attack.
Sam tossed Rand a gun and started to lay cover fire for Jacob where he could. Jacob looked up at Kindel and decided that he had to act quickly or risk everyone dying. "Just go! Leave me here, I will lead them away from you." Before anyone could respond he lit a flare and started to shoot at the zombies heading at him. "Follow me!" He ran down the street with a large portion of the zombies tailing after him. After about five minutes of running he was nearly out of breath so he decided to duck into a small mall.
(( what type of gun btw)) "sweet thanks" Kindel climbed all the way up " hurt my arm back there but it was fo a good cause." Rand and Kindel looked down at the zombies " hehe they dont know how to climb a ladder ^__________^" One zombie tryed to make it up the ladder " hmm" Rand waited till it came up. "bye !" He kicked it off the edge as its head hit the ground with a bloody gory sound of crash.
((Military issued 9mm.))
Sam was freaking out. "Man, that's my squad mate out there.." He put is hand on his forehead and looked at all of the zombies. "What do I do, what do i do?" Becoming more frustrated he started to remember all of the things that Jacob had told him during training. "Remember my training.. My radio should work now!" He quickly pulled his radio out from his satchel and radioed in for help. "The is Tango Alpha Echo Mike Tree, I am asking for any and all personell to please respond to this message." After a few seconds a voice came over the radio. "Stackhouse, is that you?" "Johnson!?" "Yeah, me and a few of the guys are holding off whatever the hell these things are, in what's left of the base. We've set up a rendezvous point at Delta Wun Wun Zeero, Charlie Too Tree Siks." "Acknowledged, I've picked up some survivors along the way. I'll bring them to the RVP." "Good idea oh and Sam, you still got your boots?" "They were tied on sire." "Then you got it made. Over and out."
(( correct me if im wrong but isnt that a beretta =)*))Rand looked at the door leading to the roof. " dam" He looked at Kindel " i know man im ready" He loaded up more shells. They aimed thee guns at the door. Rand felt like he had to use the bathroom from the excitment of waiting. He looked at Kindel " Kindel ?" He looked at Rand for a second then back at the gun " yea ?" " why did you trust me so easily" He chuckled " hey man your just a kid what are you 16 ?" Rand was mad " im 18 !" The door busted open " SHIZAH !!" They started shooting at the 6 zombies coming in. Kindel held them off perfectly " WOO YEA BABY THIS IS MY KINDA SHIT !" He said excitingly
((That's Army issue haha))
"Meet me at the Romero Victor point!" Sam felt bad about leaving the other two to fend for themselves but he had to go back for his team mate. The zombies were already making their way onto the roof when Stackhouse removed his pack and pulled out his fast roping equipment. Attaching the rope to a small hook that he had ground into the roof, he slide down close to the ground but jumped onto the roof of a car. Rolling off, he noticed large amount of zombies coming from every direction. "Ah shit..." He began to sprint to the RV point that was listed.
"Taste lead"
The whispering sound of Tina's voice made a zombie by an alley turn around. The soundless flash of a gun appeared in the at that point dark alley, flashing it up for a third of a second, it repeated five times. The silence installed handgun dropped five cartridge cases which Tina picked in her hand just before it touched the ground. She was silent, quick and deadly, which seemed to be the best of strategies to fight these beasts of. As the zombie fell to the ground with a head, partly blown to pieces, she stopped the fall of the undead with her leg, gently putting it to the ground. Making no sound was what she did best.
She heard not far from there the sound of someone landing on top of a car. She peaked around the corner and Sam was highly visible where he ran. Shaking her head, she gave out a sight.
"The guy from Wendy's. Hardly worth the trouble of assisting, and even less worth the trouble of breaking my invisibilty for"
She rolled her eyes with another sight, picking up her M24 Socom Sniper Rifle. It had a special designed silencer installed and as she leaned against the wall of the alley, she shook her head as Sam came closer. She aimed with the rifle, first in the middle of his face. The thought of pulling the trigger was attractive. That way he would not lure more zombies in her direction. However, any survivors were welcome to her merits. Moving to a more undead target, she pulled the trigger a number of times. The bullets whine through the air, passing narrowly by his shoulder and knocking a number of zombies to the ground. The shots were soundless for Sam, but the bullets were very visible. Sam being about 150 meters ahead, Tina would still have the chance to leg it if he was taken down by the undead. As she pulled the trigger again, she smiled. She loved the flicking sound of a bullet being launched from a sniper rifle with silencer. Another zombie down, as she kneeled to put the rifle away. She awaited the approach of Sam, hopefully gaining some information on where he was heading.
After just seeing small flickers of light and a small gleam off of the bullet casings he did a combat role to the left. On the ground he waited for a ping that he would never here. "Is she catching the casings?" Now realising that if he were truly her target then he would be dead, he decided to make his way to her position. Now only about 100 meters away he could hear her slight breathing. "She's quiet but the completely quiet..." His training had taught him to hear what you shouldn't be able to and now for the first time, it had become usefull. He emerged back into her sight with his hands raised and his weapon holstered. "We can help each other you know..." At that moment he remembered that Jacob was still in the area. He eyed his radio the whole time while approuching the female.
The group of soldiers were swarmed by the approaching zombies. Russ had started to run as soon as they had seen them. He had lost all of his skills since he had not done anything for years. Russ approached his old car, which had a broken window, and blood stains. Some one must have tried to break in, but failed.
Russ drove down the streets of the city, every once and a while he had sped up to get away from the zombies, which had continued to follow him. As he drove down the street, he saw a human run into the alley, he swirved his car to follow. He needed all the survivors he could get.
"I doubt you can do anything to help me but due boredom I am all ears. To save time from any questions you might bring up, my name is Tina C. Tulka, I am 25 years old and I deliver milk for a living. I have no personal security number, my background is not for your ears to hear, I am single, a terrible cook and I live in a van. My job sucks and I have had a bad day. Let us move on"
She put the rifle over her back as she walked up to shake his hand. Her other hand behind her back, holding it over the handle of her homemade handgun. She looked him into the eyes and at his hands, as that was the best way to read the next intention of a human being.
Sam took her hand firmly and shook it. Her intensions were a mystery to him but she was the only other survivor he had found besides the other two. Noticing that one of her hands was behind her back he decided as a precaution, he removed his combat knife from his satchel but kept eye contact with her all the while. "Names Sam Stackhouse, my navigator is somewhere in this town.. I'm a soldier and I live.. nowhere now." He looked down because his voice had cracked. Deep in his mind he wished he could keep his cool like Jacob seemed to. "There is an RV point to the North East but we're not heading that way without Jacob." He caught the sound of a car skidding but ignored it knowing that whoever it was, was heading there way anyway.
Russel's car shrieked as he hit the brake. A zombie rolled on top of his car, and shattered the glass. He opened the door, and started to sprint towards the people he saw in the alley.
"HEY! HEY! YOU NEED TO GET MOVING," Russ shouted."THEY'RE COMING!!!" He would have said more, but he was out of breath.
Tina rolled her eyes. She gave out a grin as she thought back at good old times, as he somehow reminded her of a companion she had during her days as a terrorist. She waved at Russel and shook her head.
"Not exactly Alexei Donovan"
She grinned at Sam as she picked her handgun up. Alexei Donovan was her old terrorist leader. He was of russian origin and had done several attempts to bring the world to an end by virus. Executed a few years ago. Tina was his unnamed messenger to retrieve the chemicals he needed. Alexei was known for his manner. Even in the last minutes before execution, Alexei held a mannered tone. Tina always respected that.
She then took her head up with a smile.
"Is that how you greet rare survivors. I am guessing you are short on friends"
She lift her gun towards Russel and pulled the trigger. The bullet whine trough the air, passing by Russel narrowly, strucking a zombie that had climbed on top of the car, making it fall down to the ground. Her handgun was a redesigned glock with scope. The silencer was designed to trough magnetism increase the speed of the bullet, yet keeping it silent. The sound of her gun was not the clicking sound that normal silencer made, it was morelike buzzing.
"Nice shot, but there's more than you can handle coming. I sort of lured them here," Russ conceded. He stopped suddenly, and he realized who the women was. Russ had kept up with military records to keep him self entertained. They never found out the woman's name, but they had a few pictures of the women, before they lost track of her.
It didn't matter anymore. The world went to hell in a hand basket, and all that did matter was that she had a gun.
"You lead the way... Miss?," Russ said, sweat poring out of his old uniform.
Sam just watched the two talk back and forth for a while before his radio gave a slight beep. Sam looked up being confused, because the radio only beeps if an allied radio signal is nearby. "Hey Stackhouse, told you I'd give them the slip." Jacob jumped down from a low rooftop and stood staring at the others. "Having a party are we?" He gave a nod to Tine and Russel. "I like to stand in a zombie infested hell hole as much as the next guy, but I really think we should go."