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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 21, 2011 8:50:39 GMT -7
Jeff bobbed his head as he listened to the radio in his newly procured Jeep Cherokee, Crackers in the seat next to him mimicking his movements. They had found this baby down in Old Phoenix, in an old mechanic's shop while looking for some ammo. Even after four years, the place was packed with gun stores, ammunition dumps, and full gas tanks. Taking a sip of his water bottle, he drove off the road into the desert, towards the Ruins of Las Vegas. He heard there was a gun shop there, unlooted, that contained a nice and shiny Armsel Striker. He had only had the pleasure of using one once on a bust, and it was glorious.
Staring off into the distance, Jeff noticed a pinprick on the horizon of dunes. A tower. He'd heard of this tower from others, a sniper named Steve called it home. Steve's Tower, they called it. Of course, they all had some form of missing body part; fingers, toes, hell, he even saw a guy who was missing an arm and an eye, who considered the man "a good ol' boy", even when Steve was the one who shot off his arm.
It was a couple more hours before Jeff pulled up to the tower. He wasn't shot, so he assumed that Steve had given him a chance. Stepping out of his car, Jeff looked up, and saw a figure. "Hey!" Jeff yelled up. "Hey! You Steve?!"
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Post by God Mike on Aug 22, 2011 8:58:11 GMT -7
Steve snored quietly as he lay under the sun, his hands behind his head. This was the life, safe and sound in his tower, not a zombie for miles. Barking from John, however, stirred him from his sleep, and he shot up into a sitting position, grabbing his 700PSS, a recent acquisition of his, after he lost his Springfield rifle in Vegas...
"Hey! You Steve?!" a voice yelled, and Steve twitched. So... the goddamn zombies knew his name now, huh? Clicking his tongue, he poked his head over the edge of the tower, taking aim with his rifle at this new person. He looked human, but zombies were crafty fuckers. If they'd learned how to drive, they no doubt knew how to apply make-up as well.
"You ain't tricking me, zombie!" he yelled down, pulling the bolt and chambering a round. "If you know my name, you've either heard it from your zombie friend, or some human, if you're human! Well, if you are human, speak the password!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 22, 2011 10:02:42 GMT -7
"You ain't tricking me, zombie!" Jeff raised an eyebrow. What was with his luck and crazies? Jeff's heart accelerated when Steve chambered a round. "If you know my name, you've either heard it from your zombie friend, or some human, if you're human! Well, if you are human, speak the password!" Jeff furrowed his brow. He heard it from that one armed guy, he was sure of it. Bacon, that was it!
Jeff looked up and yelled, "The password is Bacon!" Jeff shrugged, holding up his hands. "How's that?" He walked back to his Jeep and pulled out his rifle and bag, along with a beat up old cooler. He looked up at Steve, pulling up his goggles. "You mind if I come in?" He motioned to the cooler. "I've got cold beer and sandwiches."
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Post by God Mike on Aug 22, 2011 15:35:52 GMT -7
"The password is Bacon!" Steve tried to come up with an excuse that would explain how a zombie could know that password, but he couldn't think of one, sadly. "How's that?" Grudgingly, Steve lowered his rifle and put if on safe. He watched as the guy walked over to his car, taking out a cooler. "You mind if I come in? I've got cold beer and sandwiches."
Steve thought about it for a second. He really didn't want to let anyone into his tower... Then again, he'd rather drink someone else's beer and eat someone else's food for a change... And in all honesty, he was getting kinda tired of playing the guessing game with his canned food...
"Alright, but don't think you're using the garage! You'll have to leave your car there!" he yelled and he crouched down, picking up his rope ladder and throwing it down. "Climb!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Aug 28, 2011 0:36:44 GMT -7
"Alright, but don't think you're using the garage! You'll have to leave your car there!" Jeff smiled, picking up the cooler in one hand, and strapping his rifle around his shoulder with the other. "That's perfectly fine, amigo." The former cop looked around the base of the tower. "Hey, where's the-" He was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the rope ladder. He stared at the ladder for a moment. "You've got to be kidding me..."
"Climb!" Jeff sighed. No, Steve wasn't joking. He was completely serious. Like every other fucking crazy in the wastes. Securing his cooler to his side, he climbed up the ladder, albeit with difficulty. After a tiring trip up the shifty rope ladder, he put the cooler on the floor, cracking his back afterwards. He was getting old, he hated to admit.
He looked around, and sighed. It was beautiful up there. From a sniper's viewpoint, anyway. He took a seat, opening the cooler. He took out two Miller's, offering one to Steve.
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Post by God Mike on Sept 6, 2011 23:31:22 GMT -7
"Have a seat," Steve ordered as soon as the man came up. Steve pulled up the rope ladder as the man took a seat, opening his cooler and taking out a Miller, offering one to Steve, who took it. "You're way out in the middle of nowhere," Steve said as he opened the beer and sipped it. "What brings you here?"
John gave a bark, a bark that Steve heard as 'Manners, Steve!' Clearing his throat, he realized he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "I'm Steve Jackson, and that's John. If you're gonna stay here in this tower, I'm gonna have to work you for rent. I could always use another set of eyes and ears when I go on supply runs."
He sat down in his chair and leaned back, giving a sigh of relief. The sun was scorching, just how he liked it. Steve didn't really like the cold. Something caught his eye: movement to the north. Narrowing his eyes, he saw the slow, shuffling walk and realized that it was without a doubt a zombie.
Figuring this was a good time to show the stranger how to shoot, he picked up his Sharps rifle and aimed, pulling back the hammer. The zombie was a good distance away, probably 300 yards. After a few seconds of waiting, he fired. The zombie was too far away for the splat to be seen, but it was all too obvious that he'd gotten a kill shot, judging by how the zombie collapsed, and didn't get up.
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