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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 27, 2011 9:56:11 GMT -7
Joe woke up that day exhausted and sore. The previous day, after he had told his dad how they got over to Europe, Hueng wanted to spar with Joe. Bad move. Very bad move. The young Irishman groaned as he attempted to get up from his bed, but was stopped by a slender arm. He looked back and smiled softly at the brunette who had... 'accompanied' he and Mike during their stay on base. They returned their gratefulness gladly. Gently moving the arm off him, Joe walked over to the dresser, getting his jeans and a white shirt on.
"Mmm, come back to bed," The woman, Samantha, said. Joe chuckled as he grabbed his gray button up shirt. "Sorry, Sam," The Irishman said, buttoning up. "But this is the day Mike and I leave the base." The woman groaned in disappointment, and Joe turned back, rolling up his sleeves. "But I'll be back to say goodbye." Joe walked over to Sam and both shared a rather short, but passionate, kiss before Joe got on his holsters and vest. He put on his goggles and his gas mask, and pulled on his gloves before he sat down on the bed to put on his socks and armored boots.
"So where are you and Mike heading off to?" Sam asked, resting her head on his shoulder. "Canterbury." Joe said with a smile. Oh, Canterbury. Bound to be some interesting things there. Sam looked at the Irishman, an eyebrow raised. "Canterbury? That's a rather long way to go. Where are you to go after?"
Joe sighed as he looked back into those deep brown eyes. "We're heading down south, to Folkestone so we can use the tunnel to get to the rest of Europe." Joe laced up his boots and walked over to the dresser and checked the Glock that was there, seeing that it had a full magazine and a round in the chamber. He looked around confused, before a small cough got his attention. Sam was holding the large Glock by the finger guard, smirking. Joe smiled as he grabbed it and checked it as well.
"Thank you, Sam, how can I ever repay you?" Sam grinned as she pulled Joe down to the bed. "I've got an idea." Joe idly wondered where Mike was at the moment before he got distracted by two very round, very firm, and oh so very natural breasts. He grinned as he was fully pulled onto the bed.
Life was good.
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Post by God Mike on Jul 27, 2011 11:28:07 GMT -7
"Woo-zaaaah! Woo-zaaaah!"
Mike was hanging upside down in his room in the SAS base. He was almost fully dressed, and only just jacket was left to put on, but he didn't want to wear it during his morning exercises. He'd just work up a much greater sweat than he normally did. He was doing upside-down sit-ups, and on the bed lay that excellent blond girl, Erica.
"Do you always make this much noise in the morning?" she asked in amusement. Mike, his balaclava rolled up to look like one of those watch cap thingies Russian dock workers wore, grinned brightly as he dropped from the ceiling lamp, flipping and landing on his feet.
"Yup!" he said happily. "You'd be lucky to keep me silent for longer than five minutes. Noise and I, we're great friends." Mike laughed, mostly to himself, as he pulled on his football jacket (He refused to say 'soccer,' even in his head) and zipped it up. Alright, he was ready to leave!
"Not much of a ninja, are you?" Erica asked with a teasing smirk, to which Mike just laughed again.
"Oh, my dear, I can be silent for at most five minutes," he said as he strapped his ninja-to to his backpack and pulled it on. "And a skilled ninja can do many, many things in five minutes. Well then, Erica, my dearest, I must go!" He skipped over to the bed and brought her in for a quick kiss, before rolling down his balaclava and skipping out of the room.
Laughing to himself, he ran straight down the dank corridor outside, and kicked down the door at the end of it. "Joe, come on, let's goooo!" he yelled happily. Then, his eyes widened when he saw, in bed, some big dude who he was sure was named Dexter (he had a Dexter face), glaring at him with tired eyes. "Oh, sorry, mate... Wrong room."
Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Mike closed the door again, noticing that it didn't close properly since his kick tore apart the door frame. He looked up at the door number. "Ooooh, Joe's in 309, not 306... Oh, silly me," he said, before walking down the corridor again. "308... 307... Ah, here we go."
Nodding to himself, Mike took a few steps back, and then charged the door, ramming into the door with his shoulder, knocking it off its hinges. "Joe! Time to- Oh, hey, nudity!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 27, 2011 12:03:07 GMT -7
Sam kept giggling and moaning as Joe touched sensitive areas, and had been for the past few minutes. Until he had been rudely interrupted.
"Joe! Time to- Oh, hey, nudity!" Sam screamed in fright and surprise while Joe pulled out his Glock and fired his entire clip around Mike's head, making a head shaped outline on the wall past his room. Joe stared at Mike for a long moment.
"Mike..." Joe was gritting his teeth as Sam hid herself.
"Leave. Now." Joe's eye twitched as he released his clip. "I'll give you ten seconds to leave before I reload." Joe pulled out a second clip.
"Ten."
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Post by God Mike on Jul 27, 2011 18:50:53 GMT -7
Amazingly, Mike didn't flinch when the girl screamed, or when Joe fired at him. Joe had fired at him before, many times, so that didn't really scare him anymore, not after the first five times. So, Mike just stood there, smirking behind his balaclava.
"Mike..." Hoh, that sounded almost like a growl. "Leave. Now," Joe said as his empty clip slid out of his pistol. "I'll give you ten seconds to leave before I reload." Mike just raised an eyebrow when Joe took out another clip. "Ten."
"You know, that's pretty hilarious, coming from the guy who walked in on me and what's-her-face... Irish's daughter... and watched," he said as he crossed his arms. There was no way Joe was going to shoot him. He liked Mike much too much for that, after all.
"Now come on, lover boy, it's time to go. I'm not just gonna stand around and wait while you finish banging this busty beauty, very nice, by the way," he added, winking at the girl. "I mean, if you make me wait, I'll spend the time waiting by giving the Wrecker the Pride treatment."
Mike had given many things the Pride treatment, giving them rainbow patterns. Joe hated it when he did that. That might've been because Mike had chosen to give the fridge the Pride treatment, however.
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Post by Generalfoley on Jul 30, 2011 7:23:57 GMT -7
"You know, that's pretty hilarious, coming from the guy who walked in on me and what's-her-face... Irish's daughter... and watched," Joe's eye twitched as that particular memory popped up. "It was the shock that wouldn't let me turn away," Joe sighed as he found his pants and put them on. "Now come on, lover boy, it's time to go. I'm not just gonna stand around and wait while you finish banging this busty beauty, very nice, by the way," Joe put on his undershirt and grabbed his holsters. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Mike, just let me get some stuff sorted out."
"I mean, if you make me wait, I'll spend the time waiting by giving the Wrecker the Pride treatment." Joe's eyes widened as he looked at Mike. "You wouldn't..." Joe knew he would. The Irishman quickly grabbed his dress shirt and buttoned himself up, rolling up his sleeves and strapping on his vest. He quickly pulled Samantha in for a quick kiss before he grabbed his goggles, gas mask, and rifle, running out the door. "Mike! Wait up!"
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Post by God Mike on Jul 30, 2011 17:32:08 GMT -7
"You wouldn't..."
Mike just grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I?" he asked in amusement as he turned and walked off, whistling a happy tune. He was sure that Joe would get moving now, after he threatened to give something the Pride treatment. Smiling to himself, he counted in his head. Three... two... one...
"Mike! Wait up!"
Mike laughed as he saw Joe come running toward him, looking to be in quite a hurry. Now Mike knew what he could use to make Joe hurry up in the future. Laughing, he patted Joe on the back. "That's more like it, partner! That girl was bad for you, anyway!" He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorical whisper. "I bet she's a succubus. Had you stayed, she would've turned you into a whipped pet and devoured your soul."
The strange thing was, that sounded completely plausible to Mike. Maybe he really did need some help? He shook his head. Nah, there was no need for that. Insanity or ability to stay out of trouble. Those were the only two things that would allow one to survive in Zombie-Land, and since Mike didn't have the latter...
"Man, I can't wait to take the Zombie Mack for another spin!" he exclaimed gleefully, doing a little twirl as he walked.
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 1, 2011 22:02:25 GMT -7
"That's more like it, partner! That girl was bad for you, anyway!" Joe sighed. This again. "I bet she's a succubus. Had you stayed, she would've turned you into a whipped pet and devoured your soul." "That's what you said about the last girl I slept with." Joe pulled out a cigarette case and put a cancer stick in his mouth, offering one to Mike. He lit his, taking a drag as he put on his goggles. He had finally found a way to attach his gas mask to his vest when the two survivors walked into the elevator.
They saw two SAS commandos riding with them, Joker and Turbo, if Joe remembered correctly. Two guys who enlisted after the Outbreak to keep their families safe from the plague. Noble choice. Joe was about to push the button before he noticed that they were all going to the same floor. The elevator doors closed, and Joe took a deep breath. He still hated elevators. Oh, so many movies with elevators where things went wrong...
"So," Joker started, his Scottish accent made very apparent. "This the day you leave?" Joe, Mike, Joker and Turbo had shared guard duty, Joe figuring that the two family men could use the company, Mike following the smell of whiskey. Joe nodded. "Aye," Joe checked his rifle. There was a round in the chamber, a grenade in the tube, and the magazine was full. He was a bit more comfortable now that he had a loaded weapon. Joe looked at Mike, and grinned, blowing out smoke from the cancer stick.
"You ready to get back on the road?"
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Post by God Mike on Aug 2, 2011 6:09:48 GMT -7
"That's what you said about the last girl I slept with."
Mike narrowed his eyes at the mention of that girl. Oh yes, Mike remembered her alright... "Devil woman..." he hissed to himself. "I'm sure she was some kind of demon. She had a funny vibe," he muttered, ignoring Joe's offer of a cigarette.
Mike noted, a little pleased, that the two SAS members that were in the elevator with them was Joker and Turbo, both good guys, who weren't exactly stingy with their alcohol. They were Mike's kind of friends, guys who could easily neglect guard duty in favor of drinking with friends.
"So," Joker said. He was Mike's favorite of the two. Mostly because he was the one who provided the booze most of the time. "This the day you leave?" Mike nodded with a grin behind his balaclava as Joe answered Joker's question. Finally, they were ready to- Mike froze when Joe exhaled the smoke from his cigarette... blowing it in Mike face...
"You ready to get back on the road?"
"Oh yes, more than ready," Mike said, nodding. He needed to get revenge on Joe for that. It wouldn't do for Mike to get a coughing fit in front of his new friends. "I've been cooped up in here so long, I feel on the verge of getting stabby. But right now, I think an earthquake test is in order..." Mike grinned at Joe, and with a cry of "EARTHQUAKE!" he ran straight into one of the walls of the elevator, then crossed it to tackle the other wall. The elevator wasn't the best kind, so it shook a good bit when Mike did his earthquake.
Mike smiled in satisfaction as the elevator beeped, opening the doors to reveal the ground floor. "This elevator is secure, gents!" he proclaimed happily as he skipped out of the elevator. Once he was outside, however, he turned toward Joe with a cold stare that could put his Red Zone to shame. "Don't blow smoke in my face again," he hissed out in a chilly whisper. Then, as soon as his cold stare had appeared, it disappeared, and Mike skipped off, humming happily.
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 9, 2011 10:08:26 GMT -7
"I've been cooped up in here so long, I feel on the verge of getting stabby. But right now, I think an earthquake test is in order..." Joe's eyes widened as Mike ran into the wall. "EARTHQUAKE!" The elevator shook, and Joe grabbed the hand rails tightly, screaming, "We're all gonna die!" "This elevator is secure, gents!" Mike glared at Joe as he opened his eyes. "Don't blow smoke in my face again," Mike then skipped happily away. Joker and Turbo looked at Joe, who was putting on his bandolier, then grinned.
"You screamed like a girl," Turbo laughed out, before Joe glared at the commando. "You speak a word of this, and I'll have your eyes as hood ornaments. You got me?" Turbo and Joker nodded, but their grins were still on their faces. They weren't going to let go of this memory, that was for sure. Joe walked out of the elevator, mumbling under his breath as he carried his rifle over his shoulder, the two following. The Irishman had managed to catch up to Mike, putting out his cigarette. He didn't want another random encounter out of spite. He pulled out a small candy, unwrapping it and letting it melt halfway in his mouth before chewing it. Oh, how he loved Botan Rice Candy.
The two survivors walked through the main doors, out into the courtyard slash vehicle pool, and Joe saw a couple of mechanics working on his baby. And trying to remove the M2.
"Oi!" Joe yelled, gaining the two grease monkey's attention. "What the fuck do ya think you're doing!?" The mechanics looked at each other, then back at Joe.
"Taking off the Browning Machine Gun that you've got on your truck. We need this gun more than you do, McManus." Joe's eye twitched before he reached up to a mechanic and pulled him off of the Wrecker. He climbed up on the other and pushed him off. "No one touches the gun on my Jeep, ya hear?!" One of the mechanics moved to pull out his pistol, but Joe was faster, as he pulled out one of his Glocks and aimed at the man's head. "Don't even think about it, ya fucker."
"Joseph!" Joe turned his head to Hueng, who was dressed in a military uniform. "What do you think you're doing, threatening my engineers?!" Joe glared at the old man. "Did you order them to take off my gun?" Hueng shook his head. "I ordered no such thing." Joe held his gun on the mechanic for a few more seconds before he holstered it, swallowing the rice candy in his mouth. Jumping off the Jeep's side, Joe opened the driver side door. He turned to look at Mike.
"Mike, ol' friend ol' pal o' mine, lead the way out of this god forsaken city." Joe looked at Hueng, who nodded. They had shared their good-byes years ago. Joe put his rifle in the empty seat next to him, and hopped into the driver's seat, slamming the door and starting the engine. Joe pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a drag on the new cancer stick. The gates opened, and Joe waited for Mike to pull out of the lot. He'd prefer it if they got out of the city early.
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Post by God Mike on Aug 11, 2011 2:22:36 GMT -7
"Oi!" Mike, who had been heading straight for his Mack, stopped when he heard Joe's shout. "What the fuck do ya think you're doing!?" Looking toward the Wrecker, Mike's eyes widened at what he saw... Two fools... touching the .50... They were touching his gun...
Before Mike could start slicing open a few arteries for that crime, Joe had already pushed the two mechanics off of Mike's baby, holding one of them at gun point. Mike saw the other mechanic, behind Joe's back, reaching for his gun, but before he'd so much as gripped it, Mike had already crossed the distance between them, pulling one of his .44's and pressing it against the man's temple, thumbing back the hammer.
Mike clicked his tongue and shook his head before smiling at the mechanic. "I wouldn't do that if I were you... friend," he said, making sure to look as crazy as possible. Mike had found that if you looked like a lunatic, people were less likely to mess with you. It worked, once again. The man slowly pulled his hand away from his gun, raising both his hands into the air.
By now, Mike didn't know exactly how it happened, Joe had already let the mechanic go, and Master Very Hung had appeared. Joe looked ready to leave, having opened the driver side door of the Wrecker. "Mike, ol' friend ol' pal o' mine, lead the way out of this god forsaken city."
Mike laughed, holstering his gun and hearing the mechanic sigh in relief. He grinned and skipped over to the Mack, climbing inside. As he started the Mack, he couldn't suppress a laugh. For some reason, he laughed every time he heard the Mack's engine. Backing out of his parking space and turning the Mack to face the now open gates, Mike honked his horn three times before poking his head out the window.
"LET'S ROLL OUT! AWOOOOOGAH!!!" Shifting, he stomped his foot down on the gas pedal, pulling out of the SAS base with a whoop. They were finally on the road again!
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 11, 2011 23:44:56 GMT -7
"LET'S ROLL OUT! AWOOOOOGAH!!!" Joe chuckled as the Zombie Mack rolled out of the compound. Grabbing his music player, Joe scrolled through the songs until he hit one that he thought was a good 'Goodbye and Fuck You' song. Switching on the outer speakers, he turned up the volume as he put on 'War' by Starr Edwin, a classic song. And one that the commandos liked, apparently. Joe drove out of the compound, following Mike down the road, and saw several soldiers dancing a little gig as their send-off. Joe chuckled as he grabbed the CB. He said, in his best Bill Clinton voice, "How ya doing at the head of the pack, good buddy?" Joe chuckled before he pulled out his map, spreading it across his steering wheel.
"Alright, Mike, we're gonna head down south to get out of London, before we find an intersection. Once we hit the intersection, we'll hit south east on a dirt road, through the great plains of Britain before we hit Canterbury a few days later. You read me, over." Joe pulled out one of his Glocks and placed it in a holster he had installed onto the dashboard, something of a precaution. Pulling out a bag of potato chips and a bottle of Guinness, he put the bottle in a cup holder as he picked up the CB again. "And we'll have to find you a weapon you can put on your Mack along the way, too. You can't exactly smash them, you'd take damage as well. Well, not that much damage, with the armor the SAS gave us."
Joe looked at the new armor that the SAS had been kind enough to give them. Sure, it was without their consent, but he doubted they'd miss it. Hell, it was just there! Out in the open. It was like they wanted them to take it. "Still can't believe you put junk metal on my baby."
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Post by God Mike on Aug 12, 2011 12:32:05 GMT -7
"How ya doing at the head of the pack, good buddy?" Mike heard Joe's voice over the CB as he listened to one of the CD's he'd found in the glove compartment, containing classic rock songs. Currently, he was listening to 'Born to be wild,' a fitting song, he believed.
"Feels good, mate," Mike said into the CB as he pushed up his welding goggles. His swords were in the passenger seat, along with his backpack, though he refused to take off his holsters, preferring to just keep his guns where they were, since his reflexes were used to the positions the guns were in now.
"Alright, Mike, we're gonna head down south to get out of London, before we find an intersection. Once we hit the intersection, we'll hit south east on a dirt road, through the great plains of Britain before we hit Canterbury a few days later. You read me, over."
"I read you, good buddy, south until the intersection, south-east on dirt, great plains of Britain, then Canterbury, copy," Mike repeated. He'd found that he memorized things if he repeated them out loud, since he was much more likely to remember something he himself had said, rather than what Joe said. He tended to brush 80% of the things Joe said as bullshit.
"And we'll have to find you a weapon you can put on your Mack along the way, too. You can't exactly smash them, you'd take damage as well. Well, not that much damage, with the armor the SAS gave us."
Mike laughed into the CB. "Oh, so you think you can decide what's gonna be put on my Mack? No way, mate. This baby is mine, and if I want it to have weapons, it'll have weapons, but for now, I'm not too big on the idea. I can't exactly place too many weapons in this that I can use while driving."
"Still can't believe you put junk metal on my baby."
At that, Mike felt himself twitch. Pressing the talk button on the CB, he clicked his tongue. "Well, excuse me, mate, but Super Strong Armors R' Us was closed at the time when I put it on." Shit, no appreciation... Mike made due with what he had. That junk metal was the strongest he could find...
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 13, 2011 8:39:24 GMT -7
"Well, excuse me, mate, but Super Strong Armors R' Us was closed at the time when I put it on." Joe chuckled as he opened up his chip bag. "Well then I'm sorry, man. Maybe S-Mart?" He chuckled some more as he remembered the third Evil Dead movie, Army of Darkness. Greatest. Movie. Of All Time. Joe put the CB down, and ate a chip out of the bag. He switched off the outer speakers, and turned the music down enough to hear the CB if he needed to. He nodded his head to the music, which had turned to a Irish-y hard rock acoustic song, something he couldn't bother to remember the name of. But it had a good beat, and that's all he needed at the moment.
Picking up the CB, he pulled up ahead of Mike, taking place in front of him. "Come on, Mike, let's speed this up. I'll take up the lead for now, otherwise it'll feel like I'm boxed in." Putting up the CB, he munched on another chip before turning to the right, a southerly direction to get them out of the city. He popped open the bottle, taking a drink of the refreshing brew before he put it back, keeping his eyes on the road. They had a long trip ahead of them. Since the highways were too damaged to drive on from the City of London to Canterbury, they had to take the off roads. It wasn't just a matter of convenience, but also a route to remind Joe of his homeland of Ireland. Joe took another sip at the thought, then kept driving.
They had a long road ahead of them.
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