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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 18:08:14 GMT -7
Joe sat at the control room for the bunker, reading the logs for the transmissions over the air waves. The bunker's radio was something powerful alright, able to receive and broadcast signals across continents. It was depressing, really, of how many people were still calling for help. And he was rather surprised at finding out there were still military outfits left, fighting for a government that no longer existed.
"Perhaps the world's rebuilding after all." Joe said to himself. When he had last checked, many settlements had been erected all over the world. Joe checked the cameras in and around the bunker, seeing nothing of the undead.
The young Irishman had walked out of the control room, opting to go make himself lunch.
"Hey, Mike!" Joe had yelled, knowing that Mike was somewhere within hearing range.
"You want lunch?"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 18:15:12 GMT -7
Mike was in the garage of the bunker with the 'Zombie Wrecker,' as Mike had named it, putting on the new tires on it. Having deemed the original tires not badass enough, Mike had salvaged tires from some wrecked Humvees along the way to the bunker.
"Hey, Mike!" he heard Joe call suddenly. "You want lunch?" Immediately, Mike shot up, having put on the last tire, and left the garage.
"Yeah! I'll have five steaks, three grilled chickens, and eighteen pork chops, please!" he called as he headed toward where Joe was, grinning.
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 18:21:04 GMT -7
"Ha ha." Joe laughed sarcastically. "Still, waddya want? I'm makin' myself a sammich." Joe said, having gotten out a loaf of bread, some peanut butter and Nutella spread, and a bread knife. Oh, how he had missed Nutella so.
"So how's the Zombie Wrecker coming along?" Joe said as he unscrewed the lid of the chocolate spread.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 18:39:17 GMT -7
Mike started boiling some water, and took out some cup ramen. He loved that stuff, after all, ever since he'd watched Naruto. It was delicious, and yummy, and good, and... It was simply orgasmic. "I'm gonna eat some ramen."
"So how's the Zombie Wrecker coming along?" At that Mike grinned widely. Finally, his friend had embraced the name! Hah! Victory for the great Mike! Spontaneously, Mike burst out laughing like a mad scientist. Then, realizing what he was doing, he stopped, and cleared his throat.
"She's a beauty, dude. Those wheels make her look all the more badass than she already is. I've got the mount set up on the roof, ready for an M60 whenever we want, and I've finished the front... ahem... 'bumper,'" Mike said with a grin. The front 'bumper' was actually a three foot high snow plow that he'd found lying around and put to good use. "I've upgraded the bumper, though. It now has four spikes at the top, and three at the bottom."
The water had reached its boiling point, and Mike grabbed the electric kettle, filling the cup ramen with the water before covering it again. "I guarantee that when she's done, nothing will stand in our way, man."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 18:54:32 GMT -7
Joe merely ignored the mad laughing, as it had stopped just as soon as it came. He had listened patiently as Mike excitedly explained his accomplished feat, making his sandwich all the while. He grabbed a bag of Ruffles from the pantry to his left, pouring some onto his plate.
"I guarantee that when she's done, nothing will stand in our way, man."
"Well, I wouldn't say that, but whatever floats your boat, mate." Joe grabbed a beer from the fridge to his right.
"So, after a few more days of R&R, what next?" Joe asked, popping open his beer and taking a sip.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 19:00:44 GMT -7
"Well, I wouldn't say that, but whatever floats your boat, mate." Mike felt almost insulted that Joe believed that something would be able to stop the Zombie Wrecker once she was done. That was blasphemy! "So, after a few more days of R&R, what next?"
Estimating that enough time had passed, Mike grabbed his cup ramen and opened it, reaching into his jacket and taking out a pair of chopsticks, digging in. "You and your plans," he muttered, savoring the taste of the delicious ramen. "Why can't you do like me, and just live in the now?"
Joe was too much a planner, in Mike's opinion, always planning this and that, and never impulsively doing anything. "Just relax, and don't think about what'll happen after a few days R&R. All you need to think about is that something will happen after a few days R&R, and that's that."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 13, 2011 19:12:19 GMT -7
Joe shrugged. "It's reflex to make plans by now. Back during those riots the zombies caused, every time I would get past a hurdle, I would ask myself, 'Okay, where to now?' It's as reflexive as pointing a gun to a strange noise. I can't help it." Joe took a bite out of his sandwich, savoring the mixed flavors of chocolate and peanut butter before washing it down with a swish of his beer.
"I was hoping we could hit Empire City up in New York. There are some guys there who owe me stuff, and we can pick up some sweet loot along the way." Joe took another draught of his beer before he ate a chip.
"You can even put up the M60 if you want. You can bet on it that there might be marauders wandering the streets of Manhattan."
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Post by God Mike on Apr 13, 2011 23:10:25 GMT -7
"I was hoping we could hit Empire City up in New York. There are some guys there who owe me stuff, and we can pick up some sweet loot along the way." Mike shook his head in amazement as he continued inhaling his ramen. It seemed that, after all, Joe was impossible to get to stop planning.
"You can even put up the M60 if you want. You can bet on it that there might be marauders wandering the streets of Manhattan." At that, Mike grinned widely, pausing in his eating. That would be boss, indeed, to get to pick off some Marauders alongside the zombies.
"Hey, you're the big planner," Mike said, shrugging with a grin. "Wherever you choose to go, I'll follow. After all, I've got nothing better to do, and I have been dying to try out the Zombie wrecker once she's finished."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 14, 2011 1:44:39 GMT -7
Joe grinned into his beer as he drank it, until something caught him off guard. The Irishman looked over at Mike, his eyebrow raised.
"The Zombie Wrecker's a she?" He didn't think something with a spiked snowplow and an M60 on top could be so feminine. He sipped his beer again, having finished his sandwich. He didn't even notice it until it was gone. He grabbed a chip and munched on it, thinking a little bit of the past.
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Post by God Mike on Apr 14, 2011 17:33:22 GMT -7
"The Zombie Wrecker's a she?" Mike threw away his empty ramen cup and looked at Joe in disbelief as he put away his chopsticks. Was he seriously asking that? Slowly, Mike shook his head, his disbelieving look turning into one of pity.
"Oh, you poor soul. Don't you know anything? Everything is a she. Cars, boats, bikes, planes, helicopters, everything. That is so, because they need to be treated like it. No care of mine will ever be a he. No way," Mike said passionately. He wasn't very insistent on many things, but one constant in his life was that every vehicle he had was a woman.
"I'm also planning on putting some kind of plate cover to hide wheels, preferably something sharp that'll tear apart any zombie we run over. That'll be boss."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 15, 2011 0:19:37 GMT -7
Joe nodded, sipping his beer again. He'd have to restock. And Mike's idea had merit. It'd be cool, if impractical, to put bladed plates on the wheels of the J-10; the truck already had those Humvee wheels they had jacked on the way to the bunker, already bulletproof, and the weight of the Jeep would crush the undead beneath their wheels.
Still, as Mike said, it would certainly be... wait, what?
Joe stared at his newly induced roommate in puzzlement. "That'd be what?"
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Post by God Mike on Apr 15, 2011 1:12:43 GMT -7
"That'd be what?" Mike blinked. Seriously? He didn't know what Mike meant by that? Mike sighed, and his shoulders slumped, as he started explaining the meaning of the word 'boss.'
"Boss? Awesome? Epic? Badass? Fuckin' aye? 'I'm Zeus, you're an ant?' Cooler than anything? The epitome of Mike?" Was Mike the smart one here? He honestly didn't know. For so long, he was sure it was Joe who was the smart one, but now...
"Aw, crap!" Mike exclaimed, clutching his head. "I'm the smart one! That's it! The world is ending! We had a good run, but bye-bye now! We're fucked! Any second now, the world is gonna explode, just because you didn't know what 'boss' meant!" Mike exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Joe.
Then, all traces of panic disappeared from Mike's face, and he cleared his throat. "In short, boss is awesome, and I've lost a whole bunch of respect for you. Bye, respect, we had a good run, but it just was't meant to be, sorry."
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Post by Generalfoley on Apr 15, 2011 1:32:44 GMT -7
Joe smacked Mike's bicep. "Oh, shut it. I've just never heard that expression before." Joe shook his head and muttered under his breath. Mike, smarter than him? Ha.
"End of the world," Joe muttered, taking his beer back into the control room. He had to send out those reports to the towns, and tell Empire City that he was coming for the guy.
"Please."
Joe looked back at Mike. "We'll leave as soon as you're done with the J-10." Then the young Irishman walked into the control room, not to emerge for another few hours.
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