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Post by Zeno on Oct 6, 2009 16:07:55 GMT -7
"There!"
Mike dove into the sand, grasping for something underneath it. He pulled his hand out of the sand, and saw... a fork... Sighing behind his gas mask, he brought it to his face and looked at it. "Montecito..."
Montecito, the casino where they shot Las Vegas... Mike nodded and took off his backpack, opening it and stuffing the fork inside it, before taking out a bottle of Jack Daniels. As he took off his mask, he opened the bottle and took a sip. He only had half of it left. He had to save up. After all, it was hard enough to find the bottle. He didn't really want to go searching for another just because he got thirsty.
He sighed and put on his gas mask again , putting the bottle in his backback and putting it on again. He looked up, and in the distance... Vegas. He didn't dare go in there. There was most likely a lot of zombies there. But... there might've been something interesting in there.
Damning his own curiousity for the umpteenth time that week, Mike got up, slowly walking towards the Strip. He walked for a good five minutes, before something caught his eye. He dove to the right, shoving his hands into the sand. "Shiny!" he exclaimed happily, only to find that he grabbed another fork. "Aw..."
Suddenly, he heard something. Footsteps in the sand behind him. Slowly, Mike reached for his right thigh, grabbing the custom .44 Magnum/Glock hybrid.
Quickly, he rolled over on his back, pulling his gun and aiming it at whoever was behind him. His eyes widened behind his gas mask when he found that it was a human, judging by the stance, and the fact that this person wasn't groaning and moaning like the zombies did.
"Wow. For once, I didn't attract a zombie!" he exclaimed happily, only for his eyes to widen behind his mask as he saw a shadow appear behind the new person. He rolled to the side, yelling a quick, "Watch out!" before firing his pistol, hitting an incoming zombie in the forehead.
With a groan, the zombie fell to the ground, dead. Mike got up and sighed. "I spoke too soon, it seems," he muttered as he dusted himself off, before looking at the new guy in front of him, holding out his hand. "Hi there! I'm Michael Andersson!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 1:15:41 GMT -7
Joseph walked as he drew one of his custom Glock 35's. He had heard that there was a library of untouched books, movies, and computer files in Las Vegas. They forgot to mention that there were more zombies in Vegas then there were books. He sighed as he attached his gas mask and pulled down his goggles. He drew his other Glock, chambering the rounds as he headed down the sidewalk.
He heard a groan, and twirled around, aiming his Glock. His eyes widened as he saw at least a dozen zombies looking at him. "Oh sweet Jesus," He whispered, before he shot a zombie in the head and turned around. He ran, and ran as fast as he could. He turned around, taking aim as he shot another zombie in the head. He ran and turned the corner, seeing a shadow. He aimed as quick as he could at the shadow, only to see it was human, and aiming at him.
"Wow. For once, I didn't attract a zombie!" The shadow, now man, said. Joseph smiled, untill he heard a groan. He twirled around, not hearing the warning of the man behind him. Joseph aimed his weapons at the zombie, only for its head to turn to gore. Joseph turned to the man who was just getting up. "I spoke too soon, it seems," The man dusted himself off befoe holding out his hand. "Hi there! I'm Michael Andersson!" Joseph stared at the man for a few minutes, untill he holstered a Glock. He took Michael's hand and shook it. "Joseph McManus. But call me Joe." Joe said, grinning under his mask. He let go of Michael's hand, finally glad to have human contact that wasn't trying to kill him. "So, what are you doing in Vegas, Michael?"
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 1:31:48 GMT -7
"Joseph McManus. But call me Joe." Mike nodded in satisfaction. The man had a strong grip, which meant he could be trusted to watch his back, if he decided to hang around Mike. "So, what are you doing in Vegas, Michael?"
"Call me Mike," he said as he pocketed the fork, and reaching behind his back to grab a spray can, turning to the wall next him. "As for what I'm doing here? A little bit of this, a little bit of that. The same thing I do everywhere else."
He started spraying, using black paint on the dull gray wall, painting a gas mask, with two ninja-to crossed behind it. "I scavenge, I survive, I paint, I live. That's pretty much it. Met another survivor back in Cali, who told me there'd be lots of gold in Vegas."
When he was done, he reattached the spray can to his backpack and turned to Joe. "How about you? What are you doing here in this zombie infested hole, with zombies coming out of the woodworks?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 1:40:28 GMT -7
Joe looked at the coat of arms that Mike had just spray painted onto the building. "I scavenge, I survive, I paint, I live. That's pretty much it. Met another survivor back in Cali, who told me there'd be lots of gold in Vegas." Joe's eye twitched. "His name wouldn't be James Everson, would it?"
"How about you? What are you doing here in this zombie infested hole, with zombies coming out of the woodworks?" "I'm here for the books, movies, and computer data that the various libraries have here in Vegas. There was also a rumor that there was a gun shop somewhere around here that wasn't pillaged when the virus broke out." Joe sighed as reached into his pocket, taking out a pack of Tic-Tacs. "Unfortunately, that might be false information, but it's worth looking into." He unlatched his gas mask, allowing his mouth free reign. He then opened up the small package, and dispensed two of the little mints. "Want some?" Joe asked Mike as he popped the Tic-Tacs into his mouth.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 1:47:25 GMT -7
"His name wouldn't be James Everson, would it?" Obviously, he'd met the man. Mike nodded, tilting his head to the side curiously. "Yeah. Why?"
"I'm here for the books, movies, and computer data that the various libraries have here in Vegas. There was also a rumor that there was a gun shop somewhere around here that wasn't pillaged when the virus broke out."
"Oh, you mean the 'Shoot First' gunshop? Yeah, I heard the same thing. However, I ran into a few scavengers on the way here. They had shiny new weapons, so there's a chance they've already been there."
"Want some?" Mike looked down at the pack of Tic-Tacs, and shook his head.
"No, I'm good," he said as he started walking. "Hey, wanna come with me? I'm headed over to the Montecito. There might be some alcohol there that hasn't been touched yet."
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 1:55:19 GMT -7
"Yeah. Why?" "He was the one who told me of the books and the 'Shoot First' gun shop. But, of course, the books could be truth, and the same with the gun shop." Joe put his Tic-Tacs away, relatching his gas mask back onto his face.
"Hey, wanna come with me? I'm headed over to the Montecito. There might be some alcohol there that hasn't been touched yet." Joe's breath hitched for a minute, giddy at the prospect of the untouched alcohol. But then his mind went to work on why it would be untouched. His eyes widened when he remembered something.
He turned to Mike. "I remember that name. Montecito. Yeah, yeah, that's a casino that's crawling with the undead. That could be why the alcohol is untouched, is because people have been eaten before they got to the drinks! But I don't think we have enough bullets to take them all on."
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 2:18:53 GMT -7
"I remember that name. Montecito. Yeah, yeah, that's a casino that's crawling with the undead. That could be why the alcohol is untouched, is because people have been eaten before they got to the drinks! But I don't think we have enough bullets to take them all on."
Mike shrugged as he put a hand on Joe's shoulder, pulling him with him. "Hey, don't worry about it. My gods are with me. We won't end up with too many zombies on our hands."
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 14:59:54 GMT -7
"Hey, don't worry about it. My gods are with me. We won't end up with too many zombies on our hands." Joe raised an eyebrow, but did not comment. "Then let us at least head to the 'Shoot First' gun shop, see if there's any ammo to scavenge. I heard it used to be run by some insane survivalist before the zombies came. That, at least, will prolong our fire time before we have to switch to our blades." Joe said, pointing at Mike's ninja-to. "Where did you get those ninja=to, by the way? Those blades are of superb craftsmanship, and I'd like to know where you got them."
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 15:11:51 GMT -7
"Then let us at least head to the 'Shoot First' gun shop, see if there's any ammo to scavenge. I heard it used to be run by some insane survivalist before the zombies came. That, at least, will prolong our fire time before we have to switch to our blades."
Mike nodded. That actually sounded reasonable, and if something sounded reasonable, it was good enough for Mike. They walked out into an open street, and headed in what seemed to be a random direction. Mike didn't really know where they were going. Didn't care, either. "Where did you get those ninja=to, by the way? Those blades are of superb craftsmanship, and I'd like to know where you got them."
Mike grinned behind his gas mask. "I got them from my sensei, the great Mr. Miyagi!" he exclaimed, puffing his chest out in pride. Then, he turned his head to Joe. "His name wasn't really Miyagi. I call him that, since his name was too hard to pronounce for me."
Mike glanced down the street, and saw a zombie coming toward them, running. Well, it was kinda running. It was a limping run, given the fact that his right foot had been twisted 180 degrees. Mike upholstered his right Glock .44 and tilted his head to the side.
"Is that guy... running?" he asked as he raised his pistol, firing and hitting the zombie in the knee. The zombie stumbled, but kept coming. Nodding in satisfaction, Mike pulled his other gun and fired, this time hitting the zombie in the forehead.
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 16:53:52 GMT -7
"I got them from my sensei, the great Mr. Miyagi!" Joe raised an eyebrow at the pride Mike put into the man's name. "His name wasn't really Miyagi. I call him that, since his name was too hard to pronounce for me."
Joe was about to ask him more, until he saw a silhouette move towards them. He looked up, his hand on his longsword, facing the zombie that was... Joe tilted his head, confused. The zombie was trying to run. It's leg was twisted all the way around, but it was till attempting to run. 'Zombies don't run... do they?' Joseph pondered this question in his head over and over again, untill Michael asked the question he was asking himself. "Is that guy... running?"
"Trying to, anyway." Joe replied as the zombie was dispatched by Mike. Joe turned to look at Mike. "Maybe their getting smarter. Or... No, no. It can't be." His eyes widened in horror. The zombies... His thoughts were interupted by a series of groans coming from behind him. He slowly turned around, afraid of what he would see. And he was right.
He was afraid. Over two dozen zombies were behind them, groaning, wanting flesh. Joe unholstered his two Glock 35's and began aiming. "I think we should make a tactical retreat, don't you agree?" Joe asked as he shot off a few rounds into the approaching zombie's crainiums.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 17:23:52 GMT -7
Mike grinned a little. He got a headshot at that distance. That was pretty cool. "Maybe their getting smarter. Or... No, no. It can't be." He didn't really have time to relish in that feat, as he heard groans coming from behind him. He turned around...
And he saw zombies. Lots of zombies. "Oh, shit..." he muttered as he slowly raised his guns, taking aim. "This doesn't seem very good... Not good at all. I'm getting depressed..."
"I think we should make a tactical retreat, don't you agree?" Mike nodded, holstering his guns and unsheathing his swords, getting ready to fight as a couple of zombies dropped from Joe's bullets.
"Yeah, I think this way is the right way to go," he said, nodding toward the zombies. "There are more of them behind us." That wasn't really true. The street behind them was completely empty. "My gut is telling me to go Gladiator on their asses. Let's go!"
With that exclamation, he charged into the group of zombies, spinning wildly and carving a path through them, until he reached the other side of the group, taking off in a run, laughing. "Ya can't catch me, bastards!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 17:45:23 GMT -7
"Yeah, I think this way is the right way to go. There are more of them behind us. My gut is telling me to go Gladiator on their asses. Let's go!" As soon as Joe heard these words, he looked back. No zombies. He looked back at the horde of zombies being cut up by Mike. Joe holstered his Glocks and pulled his longsword from his back.
"I'm going to regret this." Joe said as he rushed into the horde of unholy flesh eaters. He swung his weapon left and right, decapitating and stabbing as many zombies as he could. He unholstered a Glock, sticking the barrel in a zombie's mouth. He pulled the trigger as he decapitated another of the undead, it's brain matter splaying the street.
He fired as many rounds as he could, untill his gun stopped moving. He looked at the gun, finding a shell casing stuck in the slide. Jammed! "Dammit!" Joe said as he holstered his Glock, and unsheathed his butterfly sword. He then pushed a zombie away, and took a deep breath. He looked at Mike's retreating form. His eyes widened. "Hey, wait up!" Joe yelled as he decapitated one last zombie and ran after Mike. He sprinted as fast as he could, catching up to Mike a moment later. "You have anything explosive? Anything?" Joe asked in panic and somewhat glee.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 17:56:14 GMT -7
Mike whistled as he ran, his mind already elsewhere. He didn't even think about the zombies behind him. He was just enjoying a nice run through a nice city. Well, in his mind, at least. He did register Joe running up next to him, though.
"You have anything explosive? Anything?" He reached behind his back, searching through a side pouch in his backpack, taking out a High-Explosive, or HE, grenade.
"I have this," he said, holding it up. "I got it from a dead military zombie once. Haven't really found any use for it." He grinned behind his gas mask as he saw a zombie coming out from an alley in front of them. "Look at this. Zombie-kill of the Week."
He pulled the pin on the cylindrical grenade as they approached the zombie, who reached for him, opening his mouth. Quickly, Mike shoved the grenade into the zombie's mouth, turned around with the zombie, and kicked him into the incoming group of zombies, before taking off in a run again.
He laughed loudly when he heard the explosion behind them. "Now how was that?!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 18:29:24 GMT -7
I have this," Mike held up an HE grenade. "I got it from a dead military zombie once. Haven't really found any use for it." Joe heard a groan from a zombie coming from the alley next to them. "Look at this. Zombie-kill of the Week." He heard Mike say as he pulled the pin on the grenade.
Joe grinned behind his mask as they stopped. He saw Mike shove the grenade in the zombie's mouth. And he saw Mike kick him into the approaching crowd of zombies, which were soon replaced by flying bodyparts, and a boastful laugh from Michael. Joseph just chuckled, and when he turned his head to the right, he cracked up so hard, he couldn't breath. Right there was a building with the sign 'Shoot First Gun Emporium' on the front.
He lifted up his goggles and wiped a tear of mirth from his eye. He couldn't believe it. The very place they were looking for, and the zombies helped them find it. Oh, cruel irony, that an establishment that had zombie killing gear up for grabs was in the middle of a zombie infestation.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 18:43:00 GMT -7
Mike glanced up at the sign. Shoot First. He let out another laugh, patting his stomach. "See?! You can always trust my gut to lead the way, even if it means going through a pack of zombies!"
Whistling happily, he skipped towards the gun store, all the precious events already washed out of his mind. As he got to the store, he calmly opened the door slowly. Then, once it was open, he upholstered one of his guns, reached up, and rang the bell hanging above the door.
Nothing. No sound was heard from inside. If there were zombies in there, they would have showed up at the sound of the noise. Mike looked at Joe. "Coat is clear, my friend," he said and headed inside the gun shop.
"Dibs on the .44's!" he exclaimed happily. The shop was pretty much cleaned out, but if he wasn't mistaken, there was four boxes of .44 ammo there behind the counter. Grinning, he hopped over it and picked up one of the small boxes, opening it. "Jackpot!"
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