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Post by God Mike on Jul 6, 2010 7:29:01 GMT -7
“Fire... Dudu-duuu... I bid you to burn...” Pyro sang to himself as he drove along another desert road, somewhere between LA and San Francisco. He didn't really like to keep track of all the roads. It was bothersome, and it didn't matter, anyway.
As he drove, he noticed something in front of him. A man was walking on the side of the road, his back toward Pyro. Between him and Pyro was a zombie, limping toward the man, who was most likely oblivious to it. Pyro smirked as he put on his gas mask, hitting the gas.
The Hummer sped up, and the zombie turned around at the noise, just in time for the Hummer to smash into him. He flew into the air, and skidded along the ground, leaving a line of blood. Pyro hit the brake with a grin, stopping a few feet away from the unmoving zombie. He reached toward the passenger seat and grabbing his flame thrower and gas canister, slinging the gas canister across his back and getting out of the car, lighting his flame thrower.
He idly wondered if he'd caught the mans attention or not, but didn't care about that at the moment, as he walked up to the prone form of the zombie.
“Hot day today, isn't it?” he asked the zombie, before firing his flamethrower, barbequing the zombie and burning him to a crisp. He stopped spraying fire on the zombie and looked up at the man. “Need a ride?”
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 7:40:16 GMT -7
Jeff was smoking a rather nice cigar he picked up in San Fran from a trader who looked a bit too shady. He could hear the moaning from the zombie that was following him all the way from San Francisco, but he paid no mind. Unless it started to run after him, he had no problem with it. Well, he would have to kill it sooner or later. He would look strange with a zombie following him.
Jeff heard a sound he hadn't heard in a long, long time. The sound of a car engine. He turned to look at the on coming vehicle, hoping to God it wasn't another pack of cannibals. He hated cannibals. They always wanted his recipes. Or they wanted to eat him. Either way, he wasn't about to give either. His eyes widened before he leaped out of the way as the Hummer slammed into the zombie. He'd admit it was a spectacular kill. But when the man driving came out of the SUV, he was confused as to why the man was frying the undead ghoul to a crisp.
"Need a ride?" The man asked. He didn't look like a cannibal, but Jeff was rather irked at the fact that the driver's kill put out his cigar. He re-lit his cigar with a wooden match, and answered the man.
"Yeah, I do actually. You goin' to LA as well?" Jeff asked as he walked up to the obvious pyromaniac.
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Post by God Mike on Jul 6, 2010 7:50:35 GMT -7
"Yeah, I do actually. You goin' to LA as well?"
Pyro nodded as he gestured for the man to get into the car. “Well, I hadn't really planned on going anywhere specific, but sure, why not? LA sounds fun,” he said as he reached into his coat, taking out a pipe bomb and shoving it into the extra crispy zombie's mouth. He armed the bomb and walked over to his Hummer, putting his flame thrower in the back seat, before getting into the car, starting it up and driving off, running over the zombie's legs in the process.
“I'm Tom, by the way,” he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out a remote detonator. “Tom Reed, but people call me...” He pushed the a button on the detonator. Behind them, the pipe bomb exploded, shaking the car with the shockwave. “...Pyro.” He grinned widely as he took off his gas mask, throwing it into the back seat on top of his flame thrower.
“So, what do you have waiting for you in LA, then?”
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 7:59:05 GMT -7
Jeff looked at his apparent traveling companion. Pyro... that must explain all the fire gear and the apparent explosion behind them. Jeff shrugged it off. He'd met far stranger. Like that duo, Joe and Mike. Now they were crazy. Practically insane.
“So, what do you have waiting for you in LA, then?”
Jeff looked at Pyro as he puffed on his cigar. "I don't know yet. But I will when I get there. Perhaps a nice sniper's nest so I can take out the undead on a daily basis. Perhaps I can find some ammo for my rifle, or some more cigars, or even some good meat that's unspoiled by lack of power. I'm a cook, you see." Jeff explained. He did like to have people know he was a damn good cook. Could practically cook anything other than zombie. Zombie was uncookable.
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Post by God Mike on Jul 6, 2010 8:06:54 GMT -7
"I don't know yet. But I will when I get there. Perhaps a nice sniper's nest so I can take out the undead on a daily basis. Perhaps I can find some ammo for my rifle, or some more cigars, or even some good meat that's unspoiled by lack of power. I'm a cook, you see."
“A cook?” Pyro asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “What an amazing coincidence, so am I,” he said, and a huge grin suddenly appeared on his face. “I can make a mean Zombie BBQ...” He chuckled at his joke, and then blinked. Ahead of them, a group of four zombies were huddled on the side of the road, probably snacking on a human.
Pyro sniffed to himself as he reached into his coat again, this time taking out a pipe bomb with a fuse. Without looking, he held it out to his right and pressed the fuse against mans cigar while rolling down his window. Once the fuse was lit, he changed hands, and threw it out the window expertly. The bomb landed in the middle of the group of zombies, and then exploded, sending them flying, while Pyro howled.
“Now what do you think of that throw?” he asked with a laugh. “That was an excellent throw.” He smiled to himself, then perked up, realizing something. “By the way, I never asked for your name.”
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 8:12:27 GMT -7
“By the way, I never asked for your name.”
Jeff smiled, despite the man lighting his explosive on his cigar. It was a nice damn cigar, dammit!
"The name's Jeff Cabo, Master Chef and Damn good Sniper." Jeff proclaimed. It was a bold statement, but who was there to argue? All the chefs became the very thing they were payed to cook. Ironic, no? Jeff took another puff of his cigar before Crackers, the lemur he saved from the Oregon Zoo, came out of his backpack and sat on his shoulder.
"Well hey, there, Crackers. Sneaking food again?"
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Post by God Mike on Jul 6, 2010 8:22:48 GMT -7
"Well hey, there, Crackers. Sneaking food again?"
Pyro raised an eyebrow as he stared at the lemur. “Is that, like, a monkey, or something?” he asked, staring at the creature strangely. “I think I've got some food for it here somewhere,” he said, reaching over to the glove compartment and opening it. Out rolled a total of five sticks of dynamite, three frag grenades, and in the back of the glove compartment was a box of dog biscuits.
“Hey! I forgot about these!” Pyro said with a grin as he opened the box, letting go of the wheel. He reached in and grabbed a biscuit, biting down on it with childish glee. “Delicious!” he exclaimed happily as he grabbed the wheel again. He held out the box to Jeff. “You want one?”
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 8:48:03 GMT -7
“Is that, like, a monkey, or something?”
"Hey, don't dis the lemur! Crackers has been with me since I started out four years ago. Escaped from the zoo and has been traveling with me ever since." Jeff explained. He panicked as Pyro let go of the wheel for the box of doggy snacks in the glove box, hidden behind the various explosive devices.
“You want one?”
Jeff declined, while Crackers mimicked the motion. Neither were too fond of dog biscuits. "Nah, I think we'll pass. I think we have some jerky left over from the other night, right Crackers?" The lemur nodded and dug through Jeff's pack in order to pull out a container of dried meat jerky. Jeff and Crackers took out a long strip of the meat and offered some to Pyro while munching on their strips.
"It's gotta be better than dog food."
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Post by God Mike on Jul 6, 2010 17:22:11 GMT -7
"It's gotta be better than dog food."
Pyro glared lightly at Jeff. “Don't ever dis the biscuits,” he said as he grabbed another biscuit, munching on it happily. “They're absolutely delicious. Crunchy, too.” He snickered in delight as he kept munching on the biscuits. Then, however, he put the biscuits away, stretching.
“Man, I'm bored...” he muttered. “I wanna find a place that's packed with zombies, where I can really let loose.”
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 20:10:35 GMT -7
Jeff raised an eyebrow at Pyro's destructive tendencies, but he said nothing. He'd seen the amount of fire-inducing explosives within the car, and there would probably be more.
"Meh. I, personally, would just like a nice tall building, like a clocktower or a church, and take my time, painting a swath of bloodshed for all to see before... well, I haven't gotten that far yet. If zombies swarm the tower, I blow it up with enough explosives to level a square block. Not my style, but I'd like to go out with a bang." Jeff said, patting his rifle. He looked over at the blond driver.
"Just take as many of those fuckers as I can down with me."
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