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Post by Zeno on Oct 8, 2009 12:54:23 GMT -7
Mike was howling with joy. When he went to Vegas, he not only found a shotgun, he found an awesome Yamaha DT50 '09, as well! He was a very happy man, driving down an empty road by the Great Plains in Central US.
He whooped as he popped a wheelie, feeling more free than he'd ever felt before. As he set the bike down on both wheels again, his eyes widened behind his gas mask, and he stopped the bike.
There, some 100 yards away, was a zombie in the middle of the road. Mike grinned behind his mask as he reached behind his back, where his shotgun was strapped horizontally to the back of his belt.
He cocked the shotgun and aimed, wanting to practice using only one hand, when the head of the zombie suddenly exploded in a showed of blood, skull and brains. Mike furrowed his brow in confusion as he stared at the corpse, then down at his shotgun. "The hell?"
He put the shotgun in the holster behind his back again and took off, heading up to the zombie. He stopped in front of it and got off the bike, crouching down next to the corpse. "I didn't do that..."
Mike stood up and looked around, finding no one. "Anyone here?!"
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Post by God Mike on Oct 8, 2009 13:12:30 GMT -7
Rachael leaned back in her tree, it was the only one within visibility, she flinched when she heard the man on the bike yell out. In this terrain that would attract every zombie for miles. She laid down on the branch and prepared herself as the moans of an army of zombies. With a thought she shouted out, "Get in the tree or you'll get yourself killed!"
She looked over the biker's shoulders and shot the first zombie that came into sight. She kept shooting as the numbers increased steadily, and the moans got louder.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 8, 2009 13:22:40 GMT -7
Get in the tree, or get on the bike and drive away? Tough choice. Shrugging, he pulled out his shotgun with his right hand, and unsheathed one of his ninja-to with his left, turning around and slicing the heads of three zombies in two, before shooting another in the head with his shotgun.
He took off in a sprint, heading toward the tree, slicing through the occasional zombie that got in his way. As he got to the tree, he sheathed his sword and jumped, grabbing a branch and swinging himself up. He sat there on the branch, and started shooting. When he ran out of ammo, he holstered the shotgun and looked around. There was only one zombie left.
Casually, he pulled his Glock .44 and fired, hitting the zombie in the head. Then, he turned to the other occupant of the tree. "Hello. I'm Michael Andersson. What's your name?"
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Post by God Mike on Oct 8, 2009 13:51:47 GMT -7
Rachael dropped every zombie that came into sight until she had to reload when she spoke, "Rachael. Rachael Marshell."
She saw, amongst the slow shambling masses a single Sprinter, she took her mark and fired splitting the creature's skull in two. She kept firing at the on coming horde speaking only when she had to reload, "How the fuck did you manage to live this long if you yell like that?"
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Post by Zeno on Oct 8, 2009 14:03:53 GMT -7
"How the fuck did you manage to live this long if you yell like that?"
Mike shrugged as he fired at the zombies, grinning behind his mask. "Well, I've just been doing what I feel like. I guess the gods are with me."
He looked at her as he reloaded his guns. "How did you manage to live this long if you just sit in a tree with a simple bolt-action rifle?"
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Post by God Mike on Oct 8, 2009 14:54:33 GMT -7
Rachael took out a few more zombies and reloaded, "I traveled here from the East. I never stay still. Thanks to you I'm stuck here till we can kill off this fucking army."
Rachael kept firing as the zombies kept getting closer and closer. The zombies seemed to form a wall of moaning death. Rachael growled as she loaded her last round and took out a Sprinter. "Fuck, I'm out of ammo!"
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Post by Zeno on Oct 8, 2009 15:42:22 GMT -7
"Fuck, I'm out of ammo!"
Mike clicked his tongue and holstered his guns, unsheathing his ninja-to. "Well, I'm out, lady! Come with me if you want, but you'll have to keep up!"
He jumped off the branch, landing on top of two zombies and stabbing them in the heads. With a war cry, he charged into the horde, cutting through them like a hot knife through butter.
As he came broke through the thickest part of the horde, he took off running even faster, running up to his bike and getting on. He kick started the bike, and turned to see if the girl would follow him.
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Post by God Mike on Oct 8, 2009 16:06:30 GMT -7
With a low groan Rachael followed suit running through the path of death the fool before her had created. When she reached the bike she jumped on and held on tight, "GO! GO! GO!" She felt a jerk on her collar and lashed out with her combat knife piercing the skull of the zombie.
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Post by Zeno on Oct 8, 2009 16:13:58 GMT -7
"GO! GO! GO!" Mike whooped loudly as he sped away, popping a wheelie with a grin. His mind didn't even register the zombies anymore. In his mind, he wasn't fleeing from zombies. In his mind, he was just taking a ride on his bike.
As he set the bike down again, he saw a sprinter coming running straight at them. He quickly upholstered his left pistol and fired, hitting the zombie in the knee. He fell, and Mike unsheathed his sword, swinging and beheading the zombie as he passed it with a howl of joy.
"That was fun, wasn't it?!"
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