Airdown // Another text rp by scout but about zombies

[blazerblock2]

"Well I know where it is... What's the big deal anyways?"

"Coul be more of those... things in there.  You saw that dead guy get back up."

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[Comatose]

I look at Alexia, confused. "But I'm not.." I'm suddenly interrupted by Sofia's whispers. "Can you teach me how to shoot this?" I look towards her as she shakes an M9 in the air.

"Woah," I say as I back off a bit. "I'll teach you how to shoot if you don't do that." I point to the M9 as she shakes it.

[xxxxkill]

"Grenle look, you can do whatever that balls you want with her later. You asked if you wanted any help searching the plane, and I said yes. Let's go before I begin shooting people."

[blazerblock2]

Shadow gets back up, grunting.  He wraps the sling on his M14 around his torso, checking the iron sights and chamber.  He begins walking toward the plane, "Let's go."

[Watcher In The Myst]

"Uh, guys. I was just in there.."

[Mikoyan]

I walk behind 'Shadow' wtf.

[Comatose]

"Grenle look, you can do whatever that balls you want with her later. You asked if you wanted any help searching the plane, and I said yes. Let's go before I begin shooting people."

I turn back to Alexia. "I'm not Grenle, I'm Hortya. Let's go." I shout back at her as I keep walking.

[blazerblock2]

"Uh, guys. I was just in there.."

"And did you grab the kit?"

[Watcher In The Myst]

"No I was too busy getting useful things like a weapon and batteries."

[xxxxkill]

I turn back to Alexia. "I'm not Grenle, I'm Hortya. Let's go." I shout back at her as I keep walking.

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I follow Hortya, gun drawn.

[blazerblock2]

"No I was too busy getting useful things like a weapon and batteries."

"When did medical supplies -- err, what is in that kit, it's firstaid stuff right?"

[Swat 3]

"Since to Reconiasaince plan isn't going on, I'll make a fire, and it seems I will cook these clams." I get a lighter, and get a few pieces of driftwood..

[Mikoyan]

"When did medical supplies -- err, what is in that kit, it's firstaid stuff right?"

"Just your stereotypical survival gear... there is a first aid kit."

[Comatose]

Alexia and I eventually reach the plane, and I cover my nose and mouth. The smell of burning jet fuel and charred flesh just about causes me to wretch over and vomit. I walk into the plane's fuselage, pistol in hand.

[xxxxkill]

I cough a bit. "Eugh," I say, taking a quick glance at a rather charred body.