Author Topic: Rage [Two spots open, PM me]  (Read 5655 times)


Is anyone ever going to update this or am I wasting my words here?  Seriously.

Jack lays against the wall, rolling his head back against it. He sighs deeply, clutching his rifle deeply. "Toss me a god damn Pepsi."

I pick up a pepsi, "Here..." I toss him the drink, which he catches with one hand. I hear a loud bang at the door. "What the forget?.."

Jack tenses, quickly standing up. He flicks the safety off on his Remi, simultaneously saying, "Everybody stay quiet and stay still."

Brian tightens his grip on his wooden stick, and prepares for the worst.

The banging continues against the garage door and Jack sighs. He shakes everyone who may be asleep, telling them to grab all of the food in the back room and their belongings, and get in the truck. He shoulders his bag and tosses it into the drivers seat and grabs the large dufflebag from the trailer and tosses it in the way back with the beds. "Take one and some ammo. That's it." He then jumps into the driver's seat of the truck, starting it as the lights blare on with a roar.

The truck is a charcoal black pick-up truck with 8 large floodlights on the top, 4 on the back, one on each side, and 1 on each side of the trailer. A ram is mounted on the front and it has bulletproof glass/heavy doors. A top was placed over the bed of the truck and 2 mattresses were bolted down along with a TV (connected to a DVD player) and a cooler. There is a passageway from the cabin to the covered bed. A trailer is behind it carrying a diesel generator with the wheel stripped and it's bolted down, five canisters of gas, three gas tanks, and a dufflebag. The inside of the truck has five seats, bright lights, a GPS, radio, CB radio and a metal hatch on the top between the back and front seats. The dufflebag has 3 rifles (Remington 700s), 2 hunting shotguns, 4 Glock 9s and various ammo.
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I get in the truck without question. "ONWARD!" I shout.

Jack grabs a Monster from a small cooler situated under his char and pops it open, putting it in a cupholder after taking a swig. "Hurry up guys!"

I hop in the truck, wide-eyed. "What the forget? Where are we going?"


     With Jack in the driver's seat, he waits patiently and sipping on his Monster as Ash curls up on a mattress in the back with a pistol in her bag and starts watching Futurama (one of the only DVDs in the truck) as she dozes off. Ardal grabs one of the Remingtons from the 'living room' and sits with it on his lap next to Jack in the truck, absentmindedly flicking his pocketknife open and closed. Brian sits on the small cushion below the firing hatch, his back against Jack's seat. Max sits in the back seat, with a pistol in the net of the seat in front of him. He clutches the handle on his door and the back of Ardal's seat tightly.

     Jack reaches onto the mirror panel and hits the remote control then the door begins to roll up. Stepping on it, the truck plows out into the night, the floodlights cutting through the darkness like swords. Rolling down his window slightly, Ardal takes potshots at zombies in the distance while Brian opens the hatch, taking out the few zombies managing to get aboard the truck. Ash jolts up, aiming her pistol at the back window in the case that something manages to get in. Maxwell grips his pistol tightly, still holding onto Ardal's seat. They speed out into the night on the country road, leaving the gas station behind.

      With their last stationary safe haven behind them, the group cracks a few beers and laughs along to stories told among the group. They continue to cut through the night, driving to god knows where, sharing old tales and jokes. During the three hours of driving, the group bonds together, learning new things about each other (albeit small things.) Jack pulls over and tells Brian to take over - he needs some sleep. They quickly switch seats in the darkness with Max searching around for those things in the dark, but none come. They get settled back in. Ash and Ardal take this time to trade seats. Ardal and Jack doze off in the back while Futurama continues to play, keeping everyone but Jack, Ardal and Max awake. Ash and Brian keep eachother company as the truck roars down the countryside.

"Does anyone have any cigarettes?"

Brian leans slightly forward as he makes conversation with Ash, resting his chest on the top of the steering wheel, his eyes glued to the asphalt.  He turns the floodlights off as the sun begins to rise over the horizon.  He wipes his eyes with one hand and reaches down to grab his own can of Monster from the cupholders, taking a few sips and setting it back in the cupholders. 

He looks over to Ash for a second and looks back at the road, "So where did you say you were from again?

"Hey what's the next town?" I ask impatiently, "Unless you want me to be antsy all morning I need a pack of cigarettes..." I look at Jack and shake his shoulder, "You seem to be familiar with the area, mate.. What's the next town?"
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