Author Topic: Rage [Two spots open, PM me]  (Read 5790 times)

Jack stirs, sighing. "I have no idea where we are, so I can't tell you." Jack looks towards Brian in the front and speaks up, "Pull over so we can have some breakfast, forgot to show you something awesome about this truck.."

Brian pulls over and we all hop out. "What is it?" I say scanning my sectors with the rifle I had picked up.

Jack stretches his legs in the morning sunlight before walking through the grass the truck is parked in to the trailer. He walks around for a minute, jogs off with a "One sec" and returns after a minute from the treeline. He opens up the back of the truck. Between the two mattresses, he pulls up a handle and slides the panel back. Inside is a two-pad stove, what looks like a microwave, various seasonings and dried foods. "Time for some eggs." Reaching into the fridge in the back, he pulls out a carton of eggs and begins making a few eggs, one and a half for each. Everyone in the group stretches their legs and relaxes, sitting on folding chairs while eating eggs and drinking slightly spoiled orange juice.

Suddenly, they hear a rustle in the bushes across the quiet road. A man stands there, with a camoflauged rifle, aiming at the five. He fires, horribly missing and shoots out a tire. The pack of survivors dives behind the truck and readies their weapons.

After everyone calms down I grab their attention quietly and make a hand motion obviously telling them to stay there. I crawl to the end of the truck and aim at the man. I pull the trigger and I hear a 'click.' stuff! I didn't even load the loving gun! The man that shot at us walks to the opposite side of the truck from where the rest are hiding. I get up as quietly as I can and step silently over to the unaware man who appears to be examining the truck. "Hey!" He swings the rifle at me. I catch the barrel and force it out of his hands. He swings his clenched hand at me and I catch it, twist his arm, and force him to the ground where with one move I could easily break it. "It's okay guys... I got him!"

"Whoa, what are you, special forces?  SAS or some stuff?" Brian asks as he walks over and picks up the camouflaged rifle.  He eyes the man with suspicion and says, "What is your name and why the hell'd you shoot us?"
« Last Edit: May 27, 2012, 12:38:33 PM by blazerblock2 »

The man suddenly headbutts Ardal and screams, breaking free. He grabs his rifle and runs into the forest.

"Whoa, what are you, special forces?  SAS or some stuff?" Brian asks as he walks over and picks up the camouflaged rifle.  He eyes the man with suspicion and says, "What is your name and why the hell'd you shoot us?"

//How did he grab it without attacking me.

// pulled it from your hands, he's insane, they have batstuff strenght

"Whoa, what are you, special forces?  SAS or some stuff?"
"Yeah, Army Ranger Wing, IDF." I show him the patch in my bag. "Let's just leave the bugger to his death." I say walking over to the tire, "got any spares?"

Brian goes to the cab of the truck and grabs his stick.  He shoves it between the slings of his backpack and his back.  He climbs into the back, and goes through the dufflebag, taking the last Remington and three shells.  "If he comes back..."

// First since you didn't post I already had you take a shotgun
Second those remingtons are rifles not shotguns


"Yeah, I got a spare, it's in the crate on the truck's roof-.. forget! I forgot to loving bring it!" Jack curses heavily and punches a tree, swearing in pain.

"Should we go check that town?" I point to a couple of houses very close by


// what town we're in the middle of the countryside

// A small village perhaps?