Snippet #3140

((OOC: At0micb0mb123? Not to be rude, but I'm not quite sure you understand the RP. Nor are you some superhero that can blaze through zombies 'like a god'. Revise your post, and I'll revise mine to respond to yours. I understand the fact that it's your first roleplay, but add more detail. What are you doing? How exactly are you doing it? This really isnt the place for OOC chat. Leave a post on the OOC board, and I will respond to you there.))


As the zombies approached his front door, lumbering up his deck, he aimed down the irons of his rifle. He took a deep breath, and holding his weapon close as he fired his rifle more, shot zooming through the head of his undead foes. His shots were rapid, but controlled, placing the sight on each zombies forehead before pulling the trigger, watching the corpses begin to pile up. The brainless began to stumble and trip over their own fallen, as they tried to get to the man behind the hastily reinforced dorway.

Joey sighed. Survival wise, he was doing well! His house wasnt breached other than his front door, and the doors that lead to the other part of the house were locked, and barricaded with furniture and because he didnt have anything else, a few art statues, that his uncle had given him. He didnt like them much, but they weighed a ton, and were bitch to move without wheels. He refocused on the invading undead, shooting them as they drew close. Although he was a good shot, he was noticing the zombies were getting closer and closer to him before he was able to drop them. He couldnt think of words to describe the failing situation he was in. He knew he wouldnt last much longer, but Justin was still at least twenty minutes away. Leaving was out of the question, as he'd probably get stuck on a zombie, or something of that to his luck. Not to mention his bike was nowhere near packed to go.

Perhaps his stroke of bad luck was about to change, though! One of the zombies he recently shot down was a law enforcement officer. A tubby one, but one none the less! If he got lucky, MAYBE he'd still have his radio on him. It was a risk. But it was either die here slowly waiting on help, or risk it all trying to get that talkie! He took a deep gulp, fired at a few more zombies, dropping them in succession. he checked his door, and replaced his clip with a spare that was lying on his coffee table nearby, preping it for fire. His deck was a straightshot, luckily, so majority of the zombies had to come in a straight line towards him. Gathing what testicular fortitude he had, he stepped through the hole in his doorway, using the corpses of the recently dropped as stepping stones. He was rather proud of himself. Twenty down!....20 million more to go. he though. He noticed something though. Less and less zombies were migrating his direction now. Something else distracting them? Leading them away from his location? It was impossible for it to be Justin.... He didnt have time to think like this, especially out in the open. He bent down delicately plucking the radio from the corpse of the pudgy zombie with an audible "Uuugh". He took a step back inside, looking outside. Zombies were still closing on his location, but he had a maybe 30 second break before he had to pick up his gun again to ensure his safety.

He clicked the radio on. It still worked! This really was his day! He pressed the talk button, speaking loudly and clearly into it.
"Mayday mayday mayday, this is Corporal Puckett of U.S. Army Rangers. I am trapped at Eight. Four. One. One. Clairence Blvd. If anyone is out there respond, IMMEDIATELY over!" He waited about fifteen seconds, reloading his rifle to a full clip again, getting ready to deal with the next staccto burst of zombies.