Post by Generalfoley on Feb 4, 2012 22:39:19 GMT -7
Joe shivered into his heavy wool coat. He always hated Russian winters. He and Mike have been here for around a year now, exploring Europe, Asia, The Middle East and Africa. Africa was the worst, by far. No real settlements, just nomadic tribes that evaded the undead. The Middle East, though, now that was a wonderful place.
Through a trade of valuables that he and Mike had come across during their exploration of Europe and Asia, they had gotten some new toys. New ammo for the fifty cal on the Zombie Wrecker, a new, more powerful engine for said favorite vehicle, a stand-alone system for his grenade launcher, which he managed to salvage from his old M4 after he got shot by a sniper in Germany.
He had also acquired a semi-new FN FAL Paratrooper with an eighteen inch barrel, though he modded it with some Weaver rails on the top and along the hand guard, managing to put on a Holographic sight on top. Which also reminded him of the other mods to the Jeep. Mainly the new leather seats, the new armored wheels, a scope for the M2, and the expanded turret wheel on the back.
To Mike's great disappointment, Joe got rid of the blades underneath the Jeep and got a new mechanized plow - sans spikes - that he could raise and lower to avoid certain terrain. Still, he had the underside of the Jeep hardened with poly-fiber plating so that nothing could grab on to the underside of his baby. He also managed to get a tech expert in the Middle East Marketplace (one who finally spoke English) to tech up the inside of his Jeep with some navigation systems, a small radar, a few touch screens, LED lights to replace his truck's own lights, and some updates for the radio systems so they wouldn't jam up near mountains and in caves, which came in handy quite a few times. He knew that the tech approached Mike about his rig, but he didn't know what was put in, if anything at all.
He had also managed to barter the price down on a very high quality Kukri, despite not knowing the language. He now wore that along the back of his belt. They got new gear for themselves, too, mainly Joe with a few tactical pouches added on to his belt and bandolier, mainly magazine pouches and some extra bullets for his Glocks.
Joe sipped at the coffee he made for the morning, scratching his grown-out beard as he thought more upon the past year. He remembered Mauricio - the madman in Canterbury - and his saying that he'd be closing up shop there soon. He also said something about a plane and the Statue of Liberty, but he paid no mind. Of course, as the year passed, the two traveling madmen longed for the smell of Post-American air, and less snow, and were now looking for an airfield to see if there was a plane big enough for the Jeep and the Rig.
Joe chuckled before taking another sip of his coffee. The last time he and Mike were here in Russia was when they helped out the Soviets in that one battle, a siege on the former city of Moscow. Joe was on the ground, leading a group of modded civvie trucks and old military GAZ-2975s in his Jeep with a Sergeant Solokov in the seat next to him and three more in the back - one of them on the fifty cal and loving it. Thankfully all of them knew English. Of course, Mike had the pleasure of piloting an honest to god Mil Mi-35 "Hind". The battle lasted for two days, and Joe, surprisingly, like it. He loved every minute of it. He shot with his pistols, breached with a borrowed Kalashnikov, and ran enemy combatants through with his sword. It was nice, actually. Something different than killing the mindless drones that were the undead.
Joe sighed, and finished off his mug of coffee, pouring himself another before walking to the trailer of the Rig. He had to say, the Rig was a monster now that Mike got those tires installed. Same with the new suspension and the new engine. Old M1A1 Abram tank engine, they said. Powerful beast, it was. Joe pounded on the side of the Trailer.
"Oi, Mike!" Joe yelled, coughing. Was he losing his accent? Christ. "Time to get up, food's ready!" Joe had gone hunting the hour before, when it was still dark, and was caught by surprise by a wandering Polar Bear. So he ran, at first. He ran because... well... it was a fucking polar bear. It took half his magazine to bring it down. Even then, Joe beheaded the bear, just to be sure. He didn't like polar bears. He was just lucky he had the Jeep nearby, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take it back.
Joe took out a wooden box and opened it up, grabbing a carving knife and a two pronged fork. He grabbed a couple of paper plates that he had found, and carved his slice first, before getting to Mike's.
He looked over, and saw Mike coming out of his trailer. He offered the plate to him. "Merry Christmas, here's the bear that tried to eat me."
Through a trade of valuables that he and Mike had come across during their exploration of Europe and Asia, they had gotten some new toys. New ammo for the fifty cal on the Zombie Wrecker, a new, more powerful engine for said favorite vehicle, a stand-alone system for his grenade launcher, which he managed to salvage from his old M4 after he got shot by a sniper in Germany.
He had also acquired a semi-new FN FAL Paratrooper with an eighteen inch barrel, though he modded it with some Weaver rails on the top and along the hand guard, managing to put on a Holographic sight on top. Which also reminded him of the other mods to the Jeep. Mainly the new leather seats, the new armored wheels, a scope for the M2, and the expanded turret wheel on the back.
To Mike's great disappointment, Joe got rid of the blades underneath the Jeep and got a new mechanized plow - sans spikes - that he could raise and lower to avoid certain terrain. Still, he had the underside of the Jeep hardened with poly-fiber plating so that nothing could grab on to the underside of his baby. He also managed to get a tech expert in the Middle East Marketplace (one who finally spoke English) to tech up the inside of his Jeep with some navigation systems, a small radar, a few touch screens, LED lights to replace his truck's own lights, and some updates for the radio systems so they wouldn't jam up near mountains and in caves, which came in handy quite a few times. He knew that the tech approached Mike about his rig, but he didn't know what was put in, if anything at all.
He had also managed to barter the price down on a very high quality Kukri, despite not knowing the language. He now wore that along the back of his belt. They got new gear for themselves, too, mainly Joe with a few tactical pouches added on to his belt and bandolier, mainly magazine pouches and some extra bullets for his Glocks.
Joe sipped at the coffee he made for the morning, scratching his grown-out beard as he thought more upon the past year. He remembered Mauricio - the madman in Canterbury - and his saying that he'd be closing up shop there soon. He also said something about a plane and the Statue of Liberty, but he paid no mind. Of course, as the year passed, the two traveling madmen longed for the smell of Post-American air, and less snow, and were now looking for an airfield to see if there was a plane big enough for the Jeep and the Rig.
Joe chuckled before taking another sip of his coffee. The last time he and Mike were here in Russia was when they helped out the Soviets in that one battle, a siege on the former city of Moscow. Joe was on the ground, leading a group of modded civvie trucks and old military GAZ-2975s in his Jeep with a Sergeant Solokov in the seat next to him and three more in the back - one of them on the fifty cal and loving it. Thankfully all of them knew English. Of course, Mike had the pleasure of piloting an honest to god Mil Mi-35 "Hind". The battle lasted for two days, and Joe, surprisingly, like it. He loved every minute of it. He shot with his pistols, breached with a borrowed Kalashnikov, and ran enemy combatants through with his sword. It was nice, actually. Something different than killing the mindless drones that were the undead.
Joe sighed, and finished off his mug of coffee, pouring himself another before walking to the trailer of the Rig. He had to say, the Rig was a monster now that Mike got those tires installed. Same with the new suspension and the new engine. Old M1A1 Abram tank engine, they said. Powerful beast, it was. Joe pounded on the side of the Trailer.
"Oi, Mike!" Joe yelled, coughing. Was he losing his accent? Christ. "Time to get up, food's ready!" Joe had gone hunting the hour before, when it was still dark, and was caught by surprise by a wandering Polar Bear. So he ran, at first. He ran because... well... it was a fucking polar bear. It took half his magazine to bring it down. Even then, Joe beheaded the bear, just to be sure. He didn't like polar bears. He was just lucky he had the Jeep nearby, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take it back.
Joe took out a wooden box and opened it up, grabbing a carving knife and a two pronged fork. He grabbed a couple of paper plates that he had found, and carved his slice first, before getting to Mike's.
He looked over, and saw Mike coming out of his trailer. He offered the plate to him. "Merry Christmas, here's the bear that tried to eat me."
