Post by Generalfoley on Jun 27, 2011 10:27:19 GMT -7
"How long have I been out?" Joe checked his watch, and looked back at the apparently elated Mike. "I'd say you've been out a good three hours, give or take an hour." Joe carried the supplies he had to the oak tree, which was based on a hill. He walked up, and leaned against the side. There was a lake at the bottom of the hill. It might've made a good camp sight, but Joe preferred the tree. Higher ground, more visibility... and he was too lazy to go down there.
"Let's go running! No, swimming! No, mountain climbing! Yes! I want to move!" Joe motioned over to the lake as he set up camp on the thankfully flat top of the hill. "You can go and swim down in the lake. Bring a sword, though, there's bound to be Deadheads in the water." Joe walked to the tree, and started cutting off pieces of bark, and gathered the branches that had fallen around the tree. The tree itself was dead, all of it's leaves dried up and blown away. A few minutes later, Joe had a fire going, so he sat down to examine his somewhat new weapon.
The rifle was in rather good condition, he'd only seen a few like this. One of those few times was with that one Zombie Hunter. Joe raised an eyebrow at this. Zombie Hunters in Britain? The SAS uniforms should've been indicators, but Joe didn't connect the dots. He saw that the rifle had a scope, but looking through it only showed the spiderweb like cracks in the lenses. He'd have to detach that later. He slid open the grenade launcher, and pulled out the shell, stuffing it in his bag for further use. No telling when he'd need it. Sliding the grenade launcher back, he disassembled the rifle, checking if there was anything missing, or broken. He couldn't really see anything wrong with the rifle, and took his time reassembling it.
Joe set the rifle aside and put some cans near the fire, cooking their contents, along with a small metal pot full of coffee. Joe was going to need it for the first shift.
"Let's go running! No, swimming! No, mountain climbing! Yes! I want to move!" Joe motioned over to the lake as he set up camp on the thankfully flat top of the hill. "You can go and swim down in the lake. Bring a sword, though, there's bound to be Deadheads in the water." Joe walked to the tree, and started cutting off pieces of bark, and gathered the branches that had fallen around the tree. The tree itself was dead, all of it's leaves dried up and blown away. A few minutes later, Joe had a fire going, so he sat down to examine his somewhat new weapon.
The rifle was in rather good condition, he'd only seen a few like this. One of those few times was with that one Zombie Hunter. Joe raised an eyebrow at this. Zombie Hunters in Britain? The SAS uniforms should've been indicators, but Joe didn't connect the dots. He saw that the rifle had a scope, but looking through it only showed the spiderweb like cracks in the lenses. He'd have to detach that later. He slid open the grenade launcher, and pulled out the shell, stuffing it in his bag for further use. No telling when he'd need it. Sliding the grenade launcher back, he disassembled the rifle, checking if there was anything missing, or broken. He couldn't really see anything wrong with the rifle, and took his time reassembling it.
Joe set the rifle aside and put some cans near the fire, cooking their contents, along with a small metal pot full of coffee. Joe was going to need it for the first shift.
