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"Ok, ladies. Be prepared for a fight." She said and lifted the cover and got out of the sewer with her pistols ready and re-loaded. She easily took out two walkers with a shot to the head before the rest climbed out. While she was waiting she noticed what appeared to be trucks and people moving close by the tower. "Hey, guys," she started "I think I found us a ride." She finished, hoping that the people wouldn't be walkers.
"Thanks. Let's just get going." orders Claudie.
"Right!"
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"Mate, we got some walkers in the north-west, accross the river!" a man with an australian accent said looking through his sniper's scope. "Trocadero..." Johnson said to himself, looking in that dirrection. He picked up his radio and scalled the truck. "You guys may have a problem, we got some walkers over in the Trocadero area, so you're going to have to drive right through them, but we'll do our best to pick some of them out of the for ya." "Roger," a young man's voice responded back. The australian man squinted a bit. "Walkers aint the only things there, couple french gals, tryin' to survive, looks like they came from underground somehow." Johnson walked over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Pick off a couple of 'em, but make sure you don't hit too close, don't want the ladies getting the wrong idea." He nodded and ajusted his scope checked to see if he had a bullet in the chamber, aimed, and shot. The bullet flew through the air at unseeable speed, and hjust grazed above a zombie's shoulder and hit the one on front of it in the heel, causing it to be flung onto it's back. "Aw, damnit! Must have been the wind!" he yelled in dissapointment as he added the next bullet into the chamber. He reposition his scope a bit, aimed, and fired, this time clumsily hitting his mark. The zombies were at the very edge of his hitzone, so his shots were more than likely going to be off. He disconneted his scope and grabbed a new one from his kit on the ground next to him, refocused it a bit, and ajusted it. He reloaded using a heavier bullet (heavier = more powder) and took another shot, hitting a zombie above his target in the neck. "I can't seem to get very accurate shots," he complained, "I'm wasting bullets." Johnson watched with his arms crossed. "Hm, well, at least they probably have noticed us." He picked up his radio.
"Josh!" a voice from the radio called. Josh picked up the radio. "Hello, and you're reaching ninety-three point one Paris, Where shit happens! And for right now, we will be asking stupid people what they think about zombies, now here we have Brutus Roland here today, say Mister Roland, what is your view on zombies?" he held the radio out to the open driver window, where the loud russian shouted into the radio in a cracked voice "EAT FLESH!" "Mitchell!" the voice barked into the radio. Josh brought it back to his face. "Listen," the radio commanded, "We need you to head back, you got everything, right?" "Yeah!" "Good, remember the walkers I mentioned earlier, we got some survivors fighting them, we need you guys to go pick them up, seems like a couple young ladies." Josh's face lightened up. "Roger that." The gas-masked man sitting accross from him on the other edge of the truck. "What? It's Paris."
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"Lloyd Johnson by the way," he introduced himself and offered, "Why not I show you around?"
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