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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 1:47:45 GMT -7
Joe picked up the three duffel bags that held the survival equipment and carried them to the garage, hoping that they had time to look for a tarp to keep all this stuff in the bed.
Joe entered the garage, seeing Mike pack up tools. Smart, but Joe suspected it was because they were shiny. The Irishman had loaded the bags into the back of the truck, making sure they were snug with all the other bags. He threw the coats into the cab of the truck, knowing they'd need them the further they headed up north.
"Mike." Joe waved his companion over. "We need to find a tarp to cover up the bed, so that we can keep everything in it's place. You think you can go grab the last duffel in the house, it's where the moonshine is. I'll get the tarp, and then we're off."
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 1:53:46 GMT -7
"We need to find a tarp to cover up the bed, so that we can keep everything in it's place. You think you can go grab the last duffel in the house, it's where the moonshine is. I'll get the tarp, and then we're off."
Mike nodded and set the toolbox down on the bed of the truck, then walked off, saluting Joe. He found the duffel bag immediately and picked it up, walking off. He stopped by the storage room and stared down at the corpse of the screaming woman.
Coming to a decision, Mike nodded and set the duffel bag down on the floor and reached into a side pocket on his backpack, pulling out a can of pink spray paint, then proceeded to paint the woman's entire head (what was left of it), along with her upper body, pink.
Once he was done Mike stood up and walked out of the room, picking up the duffel bag and looking down at the woman. "Teach you to scare the shit out of me, woman." With that, he headed back to the garage, putting the duffel bag in the bed and opening the passenger door, getting in. "We're good to go, yeah?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 16:01:01 GMT -7
Joe nodded, having found a black tarp for the truck, along with some bungee cables to secure it, and a large roll of rope that he tossed into the cabin of the truck.
"Aye, we're good. Let's just replenish the ammo that we have on us with the stash you found. You know, just in case." Joe grabbed the keys on the dash, along with a liter of Mountain Dew he had found in the fridge from before; he needed the caffeine for the road ahead.
"Now, where to?" Joe asked, grabbing the nearby garage remote and jumping into the driver's side. God knows that he wouldn't let Mike drive. Ever.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 16:20:21 GMT -7
"No idea. I just wanna get out of this house," Mike said, shuddering. He really didn't like staying in the same house as a screaming zombie, even if she was dead now... It just freaked him out.
Mike rolled down the window and stuck his upper body out, reaching into the tarp and grabbing the duffel bag he'd filled up first, with ammo suited for their own weapons. He pulled the bag into the truck and set it down at his feet, opening it up. He took out two boxes of .357 Magnum rounds and handed them over, before taking out a box of 10 gauge shotgun rounds, reaching back behind the seat and pulling out his shotgun, which he started to load.
"See how smart I was? I made sure our ammo would all be in the same bag, so we wouldn't have to look through them all. Mikey did good," he said happily, his shotgun loaded. After filling his pockets with shotgun rounds, he got to work on loading his pistols with .44 rounds.
Holstering his pistols, Mike grabbed his shotgun again, and leaned it against the door, sticking out of the open window. "I'm ready, mate. Let's open the door."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 16:41:12 GMT -7
Joe turned the ignition, the J-10 flaring to life. He could hear the moans outside becoming more frantic, eager for fresh blood. He held up the garage remote, pressing the single red button. Gears and motors came to life as the door opened. The moans were louder now, as the zombies could hear a proverbial dinner bell ringing. Joe smiled at the metaphor. He hoped they liked fast food.
"I'd take that back in, if I were you." Joe said to his ninja friend.
Putting the gear into Reverse, Joe looked back as he hit the gas pedal. The J-10's tires squealed as it sped backwards through the door, shredding the cheap plastic and aluminum to pieces, along with any zombies that were in the way. They had made it to the street when Joe shifted the Jeep back into Drive, the tires squealing once more as they sped forward, quickly driving down the street. He turned on the radio and turned the dial to Cat Nine's station, hearing Bodies by Drowning Pool just starting.
Joe merely smiled.
"Dark song," Joe yelled over the blaring music. "But appropriate to the situation!" The corpses falling to his tires couldn't agree more.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 16:55:37 GMT -7
As they backed through the zombies, Mike opened fire, blowing the brains out of any zombie that got too close to the right side of the car. Once he ran out of shells, however, he put the shotgun away, just in time for Joe to put the car into Drive and speed off.
"Too bad. I kinda liked that house, you know?" Mike said with a sigh, as he got to work on reloading the shotgun, looking in the rearview mirror to see runners break out of the zombie horde and spring after them.
Sighing, Mike put the shotgun away and rose up, upholstering his left pistol and sticking his upper body out the window, sitting on the door as he took careful aim. He fired three shots, each hitting a runner in the head, causing them to drop. The rest of the horde was quickly disappearing, nowhere near fast enough to keep up.
Getting back into the car, Mike turned to Joe. "I say we get the hell out of Dodge, man. We've got zombie hordes, screaming zombies, and a freaking Origin zombie running around in D.C... I don't know about you, but that doesn't exactly sound like a pleasant vacation to me..."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 17:06:10 GMT -7
"But where do we go?" Joe asked, having turned down the music. Getting out of D.C. was probably the best idea at the moment. But there was still the issue of... Joe had an idea.
"What about my place? That military radio bunker that I told you about." It was a relevant idea. It was probably their safest bet, since it had room for their newly collected swag, and having a 'home base' to return to was convenient enough for the survivor. That, and he needed to go and check the data log entries. It's been almost a year since he's been able to look at them, ever since he had left for Vegas.
"It's not far, a few hundred miles, but close enough to be able to get there in a few hours, at best." One of the perks of an apocalypse: No traffic.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 17:12:15 GMT -7
"It's not far, a few hundred miles, but close enough to be able to get there in a few hours, at best." Mike hummed, and stared out at the dark street. He was getting a brain orgasm, which was what he called ideas.
"Does it have a garage? 'Cause if it doesn't I think I can trick this truck out to be the ultimate zombie slaying vehicle from hell," he said, imagining the different kinds of paint job he could give the truck.
Grinning suddenly, Mike stroked a hand against the dashboard. "I'm thinking an M60 mounted on top, bladed front platin, spiked hubcaps, a skull motif on the side... It'll be beautiful."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 17:20:58 GMT -7
Joe smiled slightly.
"Aye, it's got a garage, small, but it's enough. And I think I'd hold off on the M60 on top. I think we'd need the back for all the swag we'd bag." Joe said, pointing his thumb to the tarp covered bed.
"At least for a while, anyway." Joe turned at a corner, heading in the direction of his safe house: north.
"So, to the Bunker we go?"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 17:45:35 GMT -7
Mike nodded. "To the bunker we go, mate!" he said, back to his usual, happy self. This car was gonna become the ultimate vehicle, the greatest damn zombie slaying ride in the whole world!
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