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Post by God Mike on Apr 12, 2011 23:20:53 GMT -7
"Hey, Mike. You have any family overseas, before the outbreak?" Mike shook his head with a sigh. His only family had been Miyagi, and he'd died long before the outbreak.
"No, no one," he said as he continued eating his pizza. "I grew up an orphan. Then Miyagi came and took me in. He died in 2005, though, and I was left alone. I guess I'm lucky that way. Dunno what I would've done if I had any family who turned into zombies."
Remembering the happy times with Miyagi, Mike grinned widely. "Man, Miyagi was one hell of a character. Completely serious one minute, then senile the next, and then turning into a joking prankster in a heartbeat. I became taller than him when I turned 13, which was a big ego booster for me."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 12, 2011 23:29:23 GMT -7
Joe smiled a bit more, savoring the flavor of the pizza. It wouldn't last for long.
"Yeah, same here. Only my adopted father, Wong, was still alive when I left Ireland." The young Irishman's smile fell a little.
"I don't even know if he's alive or a walking corpse." Joe finished his pizza, and stirred the stew. He placed a lid atop the pot, knowing that it wouldn't be ready for another hour or so.
"So, focusing on the now, let's see what this bastard has to offer us from the afterlife, shall we?" Joe's eyebrow was raised, and his grin returned to his face.
"I bet he has a can-sealer in here somewhere." Joe walked down the hall of the rather large home, now seeing it's stairs to the second story and it's basement door. He walked down the hall until he stopped in front of a door marked, "Storage". He grinned even wider.
"Let's see what he has in storage, shall we?"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 12, 2011 23:39:16 GMT -7
Mike held his pizza as he followed Joe. He preferred to follow rather than lead, after all. It was much simpler. As they stopped in front of the door marked 'Storage,' Mike upholstered one of his revolvers with his free hand. It was, after all, better to be safe than sorry.
"Let's see what he has in storage, shall we?" Joe asked, and Mike nodded, reaching for the door knob. He turned it, and found that the door was locked. Gesturing for Joe to back off, Mike got in front of the door, then promptly kicked it open.
What happened next scared the shit out of him. A female, her flesh rotted away with her lower jaw torn off, stood inside the storage room, and as soon as the door was kicked open, she gave off a loud, high-pitched, gurgling scream that made Mike's blood run cold.
Mike did the only thing he could think of. He screamed right back, then raised his gun to shoot her, only to be surprised when he found his piece of pizza flying out of his hand and smacking against the zombie's face.
There was a moment of silence as the pizza slowly slid off the now quiet zombie's face. Then, she screamed again, and Mike raised the correct hand this time, firing off a round into the zombie's head, making her drop like a puppet with its strings cut.
With wide eyes, Mike turned to Joe, looking really freaked out. "I didn't know they can scream!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 12, 2011 23:54:30 GMT -7
Joe stared at the fallen corpse that screamed. His eyes shook as he unholstered his pistols.
"I didn't think they could. They shouldn't even be capable of it, their vocal cords and lungs aren't even used other than that fuckin' moan. It's why we have to shoot 'em in the head, not the lungs or heart." Joe was rambling, panicked. And rightfully so. Zombies shouldn't be able to scream.
He looked around the storage room, seeing dehydrated food and survival gear.
"Jay-sus H. Christ. This dude was one of those survival nuts that had prepared for a breakdown of society. Looks like the dead got him." Joe backed out of the room, and looked at the other doors.
"Why didn't we do a thorough search of the house, Mike?" Joe asked, motioning to another door.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 0:00:24 GMT -7
"Jay-sus H. Christ. This dude was one of those survival nuts that had prepared for a breakdown of society. Looks like the dead got him." Mike hardly even listened. He was just staring down at the woman, still in shock. Zombies don't fucking scream... They just don't...
"Why didn't we do a thorough search of the house, Mike?" Mike gulped, trying to hide his fear. He hated to admit it, since a ninja was always supposed to be level-headed, no matter what the situation, but this zombie scared the hell out of him.
"I would've thought a whistle would attract any zombie here... I... I..." Now was the time for Mike to snap. "Did you hear that thing scream?! Why, Joe?! Why did it fucking scream?!" Panicking, Mike turned to the zombie, and fired three more rounds into its skull, just to make sure. There were two constants in this world: Zombies only moan, and zombies died from a bullet to the brain. A zombie screaming erased one constant. Therefore, it wasn't a stretch to believe that the other constant was erased as well...
Mike didn't even notice that his hand was shaking violently. "L-Let's check... the other rooms..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 0:14:51 GMT -7
Joe held the man back by his shoulder.
"Calm down, Mike. We need to be level headed here. Let's take a deep breath, and calmly check the other rooms. We can't have you with a shaking hand and an itchy trigger finger. You got me?" Joe tried to calm the man down. The last thing they needed right now was a crazy ninja in a house that was going to be burned down when they left later in the night.
"Now we have to focus here. We have to clear the house and load up anything useful we find into the truck. We're leaving later tonight, burning the house down, and that means that bitch can't get the fuck back up. Do You Hear Me?" This man that Joe had known for these past months, he had never snapped like this before. Hell, he hadn't snapped since he had met him.
"Come on," Joe said, leading Mike to another door. "Let's clear the rest of this house before any more surprises pop up."
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 0:25:16 GMT -7
Mike took a long, deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It was easy for Joe to say that. He hadn't been stared at while hearing the scream. He didn't see that creatures eyes during the scream. In any case, he was right, and Mike had to calm down.
"Alright," Mike said, taking another deep breath. "I'm calm. Mellow. Serene. Peaceful. Like a boss," he said, making a few hand movements that Miyagi had taught him, to help him focus and calm down. He was sure it was just some placebo hoax, but it worked.
"Let's check this bitch's tender nether regions," he said, humming the Jaws theme. He needed to take his mind off things, to avoid opening fire on a closed door, or that creepy, screaming corpse behind him that was sure to give him fucking nightmares for God knows how long...
Reaching the nearest door, Mike kicked it down, and found an empty... er... Mike looked around at the bottles in the room. "Moonshine?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 0:34:44 GMT -7
Joe peeked inside the room, seeing jar among jar of the clear alcohol, and a distillery behind them.
"Well, I'll be damned." Joe said. Of course, they didn't have time. He moved to another door.
"Mike. This one's mine." Joe kicked down the door. Or, at least, attempted to. The door bounced him back, jamming his leg and knocking him against the wall.
"Ow..." Joe groaned, before limping back to the door, and opening it. It opened outwards, not inwards. Joe had wished he had noticed that sooner, before he found the house's main closet, holding large surplus of medical supplies.
"Good God, man!"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 0:47:54 GMT -7
Mike reluctantly left the distillery and walked over to the door Joe had just opened. He looked over the supplies inside, his eyes landing on the rows upon rows of pill bottles. Grabbing a few, he looked them over, humming.
"Painkillers, uppers, downers, screamers, laughers, these guys had it all, man," he said, shoving the pills into his backpack. Grabbing a glass bottle, he looked at the label. "Morphine... Could come in handy," he said and packed all the morphine he could find as well, along with several syringes.
"We need all the medical supplies we can get, no?" he asked, packing everything he could get his hands on until the backpack was completely full, then started filling his pockets. "I really should take something calming, but everything here is too calming..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 0:54:30 GMT -7
Joe shook his head, a smile on his face. Mike seemed to be feeling better.
"Mike, come on, let's look around for duffel bags to stuff our newly found 'treasure' in, eh?" Joe looked around and holstered a pistol. He only needed one, really. But they had to hurry. Zombies were probably on their way already. He walked up to another door, and checked if it opened inwards. It did. He kicked down the door, and aimed inwards. Nope, no dead heads in there. Just bags, coats, and various other items.
"Oi, Mike! Found bags and coats! We can carry this stuff out, and now we have coats for the winter season!" It was true, winter was coming up in a couple of weeks. Always good to be prepared.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 1:02:17 GMT -7
Mike walked away from the medical supply, grabbing one of the bags as he passed the room Joe was in, and headed up to the next door, kicking it open, immediately recoiling when the smell of a corpse hit his nose. Looking inside, he found a decomposing man hanging from a noose in the middle of the empty room. Nothing of interest there.
"Joe, I think I found the owner of this house! He's not gonna be very talkative, though..." he said as he slowly closed the door and moved onto the next one, kicking it open. "Mmmm, jackpot!" Mike exclaimed as he rushed into the room with a grin on his face. With this haul, he was already feeling better, quickly stuffing the bag in his hand full of what he found in the room.
"Hey, Joe!" Mike called out as he exited the room and rushed up to his friend, grinning widely. "Look what I found," he said in a singsong voice as he dropped the bag to the ground and opened it, revealing a shitload of ammunition of all calibers. "Ta-da! And this isn't even all there was! I'm gonna go put this in the truck, then come back, alright?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 1:12:17 GMT -7
Joe was staring at the 'motherload', his mouth agape.
"Oh Sweet Jesus on a Cracker! Look at all of the ammo!" Joe looked over at his friend walking back towards the truck.
"Alright, but be careful! We don't know what else is lurking in this house!" Joe grabbed a couple of duffel bags and started filling them with the ammunition in the room.
They had certainly hit the motherload all right. They had so much ammunition, they might as well steal one of the turrets from one of the abandoned Hummers near the White House.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 1:17:49 GMT -7
"Dum-dee-dum," Mike hummed as he walked through the house, heading straight back to the garage. He hoisted the duffel bag onto the bed of the truck and turned to leave, then froze when he heard something... moaning. Despite what he should've done, Mike actually smiled at that. After the woman in the storage room, a moaning zombie was actually a welcome sound.
Mike turned to the corner of the room, as if staring at some invisible person, and put a finger against his lips, hushing silently, before leaving the garage. As he reached the hallway, Mike approached Joe, tapping his friend on the shoulder and hushing.
"Multiple hostiles outside, my friend," he whispered. "Let's stay reaaaaal quiet, and not attract their attention, yeah?" he said and grabbed another duffel bag, heading over to the medical supplies and emptying it completely.
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 1:28:05 GMT -7
Joe swore silently. He was afraid of this. That screaming zombie had attracted others. He silently placed more ammunition into the bags, until all the ammunition in the room was placed in four of them.
"Mike." Joe silently said, looking back. "When you're done with the meds, help me with this ammo. We'll need it sooner or later, and it's starting to look as if it'll turn out sooner." Joe walked back towards the closet, and pulled out a pair of coats and the rest of the duffel bags, for the survival supplies. Then something hit him.
"Oh, shit." Joe said silently, and quietly rushed to the kitchen to turn off the stove. With a gentle turn, the stove knob was shut off, and the stew abandoned. Sad, but it had to be done. He silently started to place the supplies in all but one duffel bag; that one would be for the moonshine.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 1:38:06 GMT -7
"When you're done with the meds, help me with this ammo. We'll need it sooner or later, and it's starting to look as if it'll turn out sooner." Mike watched Joe walk off, then looked to the four duffel bags on the floor.
"Help me, he says, then just walks off" Mike muttered as he walked over to the duffel bags. Trying to prove to whoever was watching that he was, in fact, a macho man, he strapped the medical supply bag diagonally across his back, picked up all four bags, suppressing an urge to give off a war cry as he struggled to make the long walk toward the garage.
Once he finally reached the garage, which took a while, he started loading everything into the bed of the truck, and once that was done, he took a look around, his eyes landing on the tools in the back of the garage. "Hm... Shiny and useful," he commented quietly. "Don't mind if I do."
With that, he grabbed a nearby toolbox, and opened it, revealing it to be empty, and started filling it up with all the tools he could find; hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, everything. He also found a handheld propane torch, along with an oxy-gas torch and three gas canisters, all of which he loaded onto the truck.
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