Post by Zeno on Oct 10, 2009 13:12:51 GMT -7
An LAPD cruiser was dirivng down Interstate 70, heading toward Kansas City. Behind the wheel was Jack Steele. His gas mask and balaclava were on the seat next to him, under his Remington 870 shotgun. His M4A1 was in the backseat.
The radio was playing 'Sweet Home Alabama,' and Jack was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat, humming the tune as he took in his surroundings. Nature was beginning to die. America became more and more like a desert every day.
He sighed sadly as he shook his head. He didn't know how the whole outbreak started, but if he got five minutes alone with the cause, he'd go nuts. Because of whoever did it, millions of people died, and became walking corpses... He snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted something on the road ahead. A zombie was limping down the street, away from him. He chuckled and grabbed his Remington, before rolling down the window.
Jack poked his head out and aimed his shotgun with one hand at the zombie, giving off a sharp whistle. The zombie turned around, and was greeted with a slug to the face, splattering his brain all over the road. Jack laughed as he cocked the shotgun, and put it down on the passenger seat again. "Sweet home Alabama," he sang nodding to the beat again.
"Hunter 5, this is Hunter 6, over," came a voice over the police radio, and Jack turned down the music, before grabbing the mic, bringing it to his face.
"Hunter 6, this is Hunter 5, I read you, over."
"Hunter 5, what's your position, over?" the voice asked with a Texan accent.
"Hunter 6, I'm on Interstate 70, heading to Kansas City, over," Jack responded as he slowed down, coming to a stop in the middle of the road.
"Hunter 5, I'm currently in New York. I'm gonna head on over to DC. We need someone to head to Nevada, and clear out some of them dead guys. Are you busy, over?"
Jack smiled. He'd been waiting for some information. Obviously, Nevada was filling up, and he'd have to clear it out. "Negative, Hunter 6, I'll head over to Nevada once I've checked out Kansas City."
"Roger that, Hunter 5. Good luck, and don't die now, you hear? Hunter 6, out."
Jack put away the mic and turned up the volume again, taking off once more. Now, it was playing 'Lowrider' by ZZ Top. Jack sang along with the lyrics as he raced down the Interstate.
The radio was playing 'Sweet Home Alabama,' and Jack was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat, humming the tune as he took in his surroundings. Nature was beginning to die. America became more and more like a desert every day.
He sighed sadly as he shook his head. He didn't know how the whole outbreak started, but if he got five minutes alone with the cause, he'd go nuts. Because of whoever did it, millions of people died, and became walking corpses... He snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted something on the road ahead. A zombie was limping down the street, away from him. He chuckled and grabbed his Remington, before rolling down the window.
Jack poked his head out and aimed his shotgun with one hand at the zombie, giving off a sharp whistle. The zombie turned around, and was greeted with a slug to the face, splattering his brain all over the road. Jack laughed as he cocked the shotgun, and put it down on the passenger seat again. "Sweet home Alabama," he sang nodding to the beat again.
"Hunter 5, this is Hunter 6, over," came a voice over the police radio, and Jack turned down the music, before grabbing the mic, bringing it to his face.
"Hunter 6, this is Hunter 5, I read you, over."
"Hunter 5, what's your position, over?" the voice asked with a Texan accent.
"Hunter 6, I'm on Interstate 70, heading to Kansas City, over," Jack responded as he slowed down, coming to a stop in the middle of the road.
"Hunter 5, I'm currently in New York. I'm gonna head on over to DC. We need someone to head to Nevada, and clear out some of them dead guys. Are you busy, over?"
Jack smiled. He'd been waiting for some information. Obviously, Nevada was filling up, and he'd have to clear it out. "Negative, Hunter 6, I'll head over to Nevada once I've checked out Kansas City."
"Roger that, Hunter 5. Good luck, and don't die now, you hear? Hunter 6, out."
Jack put away the mic and turned up the volume again, taking off once more. Now, it was playing 'Lowrider' by ZZ Top. Jack sang along with the lyrics as he raced down the Interstate.