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I continued down the road, looking for any sign of civilization. Entire houses were burnt to the ground, and piles of bodies laid in their places, burning... How can humanity get so out of control, in so little time. Occasionally I would see a zombie wandering aimlessly in a corn field or on the side of the road. If one was stupid enough to get in my way i would just plow through. I knew a cattle guard was good for somthing. The truck has about half a tank left, but i made sure to fill the 50 gallon tank in the back with some homemade bio-diesel. I was lucky enough to remember a few cans of un-perishable food, and a few cases of bottled water with me, or i might have already died. I needed ammo though. Lots of it. Playing video games with my friends till the wee hours of the morning had given me a good appreciation for ammo. There was a little, teeny-tiny bit of my brain that was screaming "FUCK YEAH! THIS IS JUST LIKE THE VIDEO GAMES!", but i knew it wasn't. Mowing down thousands of zombies with a gattling gun, smiling the whole time, isn't gunna happen. The zombies out there.. they aren't just creatures.. they are people. The people we used to love. The people we used to pass on our way to work. But it's all changed now. So i needed ammo. Lots of it.
I just passed a sign that told me there were 50 miles to the next town, if there is actually one there anymore. I hope to god so. The miles just flew by though, before i knew it, here i am. In the town. And it isn't burnt to the ground. This sparks some hope. Maybe i can find some people, and more importantly, some ammo. I drive down the road, passing houses. Fuck the houses. I don't have time for that. Need to find some ammo. I look down the road, and see a "Dunham's" sport shop! Hell yeah! That means guns! I speed up. Then a car comes shooting down from the street intersecting the one i am on, and goes right in front of me. I am easily going 80 MPH and I T-bone the car dead on. Fuck! I slam on the brakes, grab my bat, and jump out of my truck.
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OOC: forget what it says about a katana in my description i actually have a machette.
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OOC: note that the brackets mean thoughts...
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I approached the car slowly, with my bat in my right hand. I look through the window, and see a woman lying in her seat, dead. She looked pretty beaten up already, and I saw a bite on her neck. She was a goner anyways. I didn't feel so bad anymore. Walking back to my truck I hear voices coming from up ahead, near the gun shop I had spotted. I head back to the truck thinking "Who could that be? Is there actually people alive here?". I hoped so, I needed some company, no matter how much I hated to admit it. I stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the noise.
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It was then that I heard a loud thud and turned to look at a school bus I was sure was abandoned. Oh crap! Moans came from the bus. Well, we were in a gun store at least. All I had was my trusty frying pan, but it had served me well so far. Turning around, I blew the dark purple bangs out of my face and looked at the two fighting. "Shut up and kill the zombies," I barked at them, not in the mood for these silly boys petty arguments.
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"Hey, purple. What the hell is with the frying pan?"
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"If you're lucky, I'll share it with you. Because ya know, it is so dang tasty. Oh, and purple has a name. I'm Mara." I would have held out my hand, but something told me he might try to turn it into a pancake with the bat. I eyed him carefully, ignoring the bickering of the other two. Of all people, I was stuck in an empty gun shop surrounded by all guys. Why me?
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"Mara, my name is Austin."
She looked slightly scared, but maybe that was just an act. I wouldn't try to scare her away. Maybe a little bit though.
"Now what the fuck are you doing out in the middle of the streets. No car. No protection besides your breakfast dish there. You with those guys?"
The men in the store hadn't seemed to notice us yet. They might have, but they weren't telling yet.
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"Fuck thiiiiss!" I yell and run around to my truck. "Mara! You coming or what?" She had been the only one whose name I knew, and who I had made a connection with. If the others were going to come, they had better be quick, or find their own route. The zombies were approaching. Slowly, but surely. At least 40 i could see right now, and I only had 24 rounds for my pistol, and not enough bats. The cattle guard had worked before.. It should work again.
(OCC- Let's wait for the other's to post. DOAchamp and insane. Can't leave them here by themselves)
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I pulled up my .270 and placed it on the window seal. I took a deep breath and looked down my scope. I took a shot, and eliminated the first zombie.
I Began to open fire. The .270 making itself known and exposing myself to the strangers, and the Zombies.
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OOC: Thanks for holding the posting for me powerpack.
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"Mara! GET IN THE FUCKING TRUCK!" I was going to try to work my way around and find the man who ran off, and try my best to help him out. Or run him over, depending on how his situation with the zombies went.
"Grab your breakfast plate and let's go, or I am going to leave your ass!" I couldn't leave her behind, but I wanted her to think that I could. The man in the store could handle himself, so it seemed. Or so I hoped. We could use an extra gun, but I couldn't waste the extra time right now.
-ooc No problem :)
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"Hey! Don't leave me behind!" I yelled, running around to the other side of the truck and hopping into the passenger's seat. I glared at Austin, just so he knew that I didn't consider him a friend.