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Post by Mason Breaker on Feb 27, 2010 19:38:50 GMT -5
For once, Mason was glad Keith was so noisy. His exclamations, combined with the gunfire, were enough to bring the man out of his shell shock. Silently berating himself for letting the Boomer catch off guard like that, he quickly got out of the van and took a look around. Imgaine his surprise when he saw that they were in front of the mall!
Wasting no time, he quickly got to the back of the van, flung open the already ajar doors, and scanned inside. Aside from Keith and Roy, who were busy with a Charger.
"Let's get moving people! There's sections of a safe room with your names on it!"
With that little motivational speech, he immediatly gathered up as many supplies as he could gather in his arms and took off for the safe room. He was rather surprised about how few infected there were, but considering how many they've been clearing out in the past day or so, he wasn't really surprised.
All in all, a sucessful trip.
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Post by Shane Richardson on Feb 27, 2010 19:54:04 GMT -5
Shane was quietly asleep in his sleeping bag. The teenager was inside the safe house located in Sport’s Authority. He was roused awake by loud ruckus outside. Groggily sitting up, he stretched and let out a loud yawn. Opening the door of the safe house he blinked in surprise as he spotted an approaching Mason with supplies in hand. Unbeknownst to him were the two infected running up behind the man.
“Gentleman.” Shane said as he took out his magnum and killed the two. He smirked as Mason approached. “Took you guys long enough, eh? I was almost bored out of my mind.”
He then proceeded to side-step out the way to let Mason bundle past. Now where are the other stragglers at? Shane thought to himself.
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Roy Bivenmeijer
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"Because I'm used to killing animals"
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Post by Roy Bivenmeijer on Mar 1, 2010 19:58:53 GMT -5
Removing himself from the dead hillbilly's grasp, Roy shook off the grazing pain of both gravel and stray buckshot embedded in his forearm. Kicking the zombie off him, he lept up and knifed another oncoming zombie. He hadn't realized that it was a hunter until the thing died painfully and released a death Keen (A/N: Anyone ever done this? Happens to me all the time). "Keith, grab some guns n' shit!" Grabbing a basket of ammo and an armload of guns (which was the better part of them thankfully) He made off for the safe-room.
A magnum shot grazed past his leg, and Roy followed the path back to Shane. "Hey dickhead! I'm not infected, so learn to aim!" He was licky that this shot had recently passed through the infected that he was stepping over, or the man would have a knife in his skull. "I can teach your dumb ass to shoot if you want." Roy said,m dropping the guns onto the table and smirking at the stoic.
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Post by Keith the Great on Mar 5, 2010 21:44:53 GMT -5
Roy seemed to have taken little damage from the Charger, so Keith shrugged and simply followed along. Fortunately, the sociopath seemed more than happy to carry up half the van, leaving little work for the other few stragglers. The hobo grabbed one of the boxes of ammo and scooped up a few assault rifles (he wasn’t enough of a gun nut to name them) before jogging over to the safe room.
In another stroke of luck, Keith discovered that Shane was being ever-so-polite enough (or possibly just impatient enough) to stand there and hold the door. “Thanks, pal!” he chirped, stopping himself from waving at the last second upon realizing that his hands were full. Instead, he merely picked up the pace a bit, sprinting past his buddy and unceremoniously dropping all the weapons on the floor next to the table.
Satisfied that he’d helped, Keith leapt back over to the doorway and stuck his head out before promptly yelling, “Y’all comin’ or what?”
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