Author Topic: Rage [Two spots open, PM me]  (Read 5658 times)



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10:36 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: how do you think we fix the truck tire?
10:36 PM - Vinyl Tap: idk
10:37 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: well we can't leave the truck
10:38 PM - Vinyl Tap: there's 5 of us
10:38 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: bit we can't stay there forever
10:38 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: You and I walk to next town
10:38 PM - Vinyl Tap: wtf why jack
10:38 PM - Vinyl Tap: why does JACK have to do everything
10:38 PM - Vinyl Tap: its all about JACK
10:38 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: we'd be the best by ourselves in the wasteland
10:38 PM - Vinyl Tap: he gave you the gas station and food and the truck for christs sake
10:39 PM - Vinyl Tap: WHY DOES JACK HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING
10:39 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: BECAUSE JACK IS BEST ZOMBIE SUEVIVOR
10:39 PM - Vinyl Tap: SHUT UP cigarette TIT
10:39 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: AND ARDAL CAN SPECIAL FORCE ZOMBIES
10:39 PM - Vinyl Tap: DONT THEY NEED ONE AWESOME GUY TO STAY WITH THE SURVIVORS FOR SAFETY
10:39 PM - Vinyl Tap: ALSO WHERES THE BLACK GUY IN THE GROUP
10:40 PM - Vinyl Tap: OR WAS HE THE FIRST ONE TO DIE IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
10:40 PM - Vinyl Tap: YOU KNOW IM NOT USING CAPS LOCK IM HOLDING SHIFT
10:40 PM - Comrade Mikoyan: RASEIST

//I'll go.  Brian's pretty handy wif a guunnnn

// Good, you can defend the others.

"Jack I think you and I should follow the road to the town. there may be some tires there." I say taking some rifle shells.

// rifle
shells
they use magazines


"How about you take Brian? I'll stay here with Ash and Max." Jack climbs on the roof of the truck, scanning the area with his rifle. "Go, we need to get out of here quickly."

"I second the idea of not moving." I say sarcastically.

"Go, guys, you need to move. Fast."

// Okay sweetheart, would you feel better if I said cartridges?

"Fine." I smile at the old man's joke. "Let's move." I say patting Brians shoulder and begining to walk.

// Some rifles can take shells.  Just saying.

Brian trudges along toward the houses with Ardal, clutching his rifle to his chest, "So how many years did you serve?" he asks, looking at Ardal as they are now out of earshot of the group.

"Twelve years. Joined in '87 and got deployed during the Gulf War to do some classified stuff with the SAS." I hand him an old looking photo of 15 men all with balaclavas on that appear to be in a desert area. "Most of it was easy stuff like S and D but those Iraqis were tough sons of bitches." I say hesitating for a moment, "What's your story?"

Brian pauses for a moment, thinking about the question.  Finally, he says, "Ran away from home at 19 to enlist in the RAF, served for around 5 years.  Most of it was in the Middle East.  Got tired of deploying so often, so I quit and re-enlisted under the reserves.  Then all this stuff happened aaannd.. here I am."  He finishes with a sigh, as they reach the fencing around the backyard of the first house.  "After you." He says, kneeling down and cupping is hands, giving Ardal a boost over the fence.  Moments later, Ardal opens the gate and they both proceed inside.

Max falls asleep inside the truck while Jack looks out to the east into the trees, opposite of the truck. Suddenly, Ash screams. Jack turns around, putting a bullet through the head of the monster gnawing on her neck, then he howls in defeat. She lies twitching on the ground, and he forces himself to put a bullet in the forehead of his barely known friend. Jack collapses onto the roof of the truck, sobbing quietly.

// Killed for inactivity I'm guessing?  Darn, I was gonna forget her too.  Sigh.

// You guys are in earshot of her scream and his shout and the gunfire