04-21-2016, 06:42 AM
"I'm sure you won't." I mumble under my breath as I reach over and grab hold of the bag strap with a devious grin.
Not wanting to miss this I peek my head back over the park bench for a perfect front row seat. As Jack walks towards the zombies he points his gun into the air and fires off a shot. "Come on you rotten sonsabitches! Smoking Gun Jack will take you all on!" He yells as the 4 zombies turn as one inspecting there next meal. Jack points his pistol at the hulking beast in the center and fires.
Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.
The small bullet hits the brute in the chest but it doesn't even phase him as he steps forward and lets out a terrible roar. A smile begins to grow on my face as Jack levels his revolver and quickly fans the hammer firing off 4 more shots in quick succession. "How do you like this!" He yells.
Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.
Completely oblivious to the tiny holes in his barrel shaped chest the giant begins to charge towards Jack well the other 3 zombies follow more slowly behind.
I can see Jack's eyes grow wide with a terrified look on his face. He starts to run to his left well fumbling for something in his pocket as the zombies adjust there course with him. Jack pulls out a handful of bullets from his dusters pocket and frantically begins trying to load his gun well dropping bullets all over the place. The Massive zombie can't seem to turn fast enough to catch Jack so he begins to slow down coming to a stop and turning around as the other 3 close in for the kill. Does Jack get his gun reloaded in time?
(50/50) No.
Jack is so focused on loading his trusty pistol and the soon to be well fed horde chasing after him he doesn't see the small bush in front of him as he runs right into it. Does it trip him?
(Somewhat Likely) No.
I watch him spot the bush at the last second jumping over it with ease. I frown as he safely lands on the other side still outpacing the zombies behind him. The woman zombie with the long grey hair has now split off from the other 2 and seems to be heading in a different direction.
"Had enough already?" I hear Jack yell at the scrawny woman before turning back to the other 2 still on his tail. Does jack have his pistol reloaded yet?
(50/50) Yes.
Jack stops backing up closing the chamber on his revolver and taking aim as the body builder with arms the size of my head approaches him. I can begin to see that the grey haired bitch is circling around sneaking up on him from behind. The thought of yelling to warn Jack crosses my mind but I don't want to spoil the fun.
Jack unfortunately catches sight of the old hag and quickly turns around pointing the gun at her. "Nobody sneaks up on Smoking Gun Jack!" he yells. Does he get her?
(50/50) No, but...
Before Jack can squeeze the trigger a slimy green ball of acid whizzes past just inches away from his face. Jack turns his head to see the plague ridden acid spitter hacking up bile in his throat building up for another shot. "What the Fu.." I can't even hear jack finish his sentence as the grey haired crone who is now standing directly behind him opens her mouth and lets out an ear piercing shriek!
I am now sitting up a little higher with excitement as Jack seems to be stunned by the sound attack dropping his revolver with his head spinning around like a defeated opponent in mortal combat waiting for the fatality. "Finish Him!" I almost yell as I punch my arm over my head stopping myself short before I accidentally give away my box office seat.
The Steroid Junkie moves in for the kill grabbing Jack by the shoulders and sinking his teeth into his neck.
Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.
The meat head pulls his head back tearing a chunk out of Jacks neck with a spray of blood. Can Jack get away?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Jack manages to break free from the zombies grip and stumbles away towards the outside wall of the hospital pressing his hand against the ragged hole in his neck. He turns to me with a horrified look on his face and I can see him mumble some words probably asking for my help as blood pours from his mouth.
I give him the thumbs up with a big grin on my face holding the duffle bag up for him to see.
A look of confusion comes across his face just as the Hulking Zombie plows into him from the side sending him flying through the air smashing into the wall of the hospital with a loud smack!
Killed.
He slides down the wall leaving a bloody trail on the white cinder-blocks behind him as the 4 zombies make there way over for the now tenderized feast. I decide that this would be a good time to make my get away and I begin to army crawl my way back to Karen who is watching the whole scene from the alleyway with a shocked face. Do the zombies spot me?
(Unlikely) No.
I can hear the wet sounds of flesh being torn from bone as I begin to stand up next to Karen in the alleyway. I turn back around admiring their handy work as I watch the weight lifter zombie rip one of Jacks arms off and start to gnaw on it like a baby back rib. "That's so Horrible!" I hear Karen say well watching the bloody banquet with her hand covering her mouth.
"Believe me." I begin to tell her well ducking further back into the ally with my new bag of goodies. "You wouldn't of liked the guy anyways."
Karen walks over to me and bends her knees down to watch me as I being to unzip the bag. "Why do you say that?" She asks.
"Just a feeling." I reply well quickly finishing unzipping the bag and tearing it open like its fucking Christmas time!
9 = 9[d10]
Keys.
Pump-action shotgun (12 gauge).
Crossbow and bolts.
Above average M107 sniper rifle (.50 cal).
M67 frag grenade.
Flint and steel.
Crowbar.
Throwing knife.
Excellent blanket.
A single tear begins to roll down my cheek at the sight of the glorious weapon cache I have just acquired. Karen seems to notice. "Don't worry." she says. "I am sure he is in a better place now."
"Yeah like the inside of that zombies stomach." I think to myself well zipping the bag back up and slinging it over my shoulder. I hand my electrician bag to Karen. "Mind carrying that for a bit?" I ask as she takes the bag from my outstretched hand.
"No problem." She replies with a smile hefting the bag strap up onto her shoulder.
"Lets get going." I tell her as I start to head back out towards the way we originally came in with a little pep in my step.
Not wanting to miss this I peek my head back over the park bench for a perfect front row seat. As Jack walks towards the zombies he points his gun into the air and fires off a shot. "Come on you rotten sonsabitches! Smoking Gun Jack will take you all on!" He yells as the 4 zombies turn as one inspecting there next meal. Jack points his pistol at the hulking beast in the center and fires.
Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.
The small bullet hits the brute in the chest but it doesn't even phase him as he steps forward and lets out a terrible roar. A smile begins to grow on my face as Jack levels his revolver and quickly fans the hammer firing off 4 more shots in quick succession. "How do you like this!" He yells.
Negligible: Nick/Scratch/Bruise.
Completely oblivious to the tiny holes in his barrel shaped chest the giant begins to charge towards Jack well the other 3 zombies follow more slowly behind.
I can see Jack's eyes grow wide with a terrified look on his face. He starts to run to his left well fumbling for something in his pocket as the zombies adjust there course with him. Jack pulls out a handful of bullets from his dusters pocket and frantically begins trying to load his gun well dropping bullets all over the place. The Massive zombie can't seem to turn fast enough to catch Jack so he begins to slow down coming to a stop and turning around as the other 3 close in for the kill. Does Jack get his gun reloaded in time?
(50/50) No.
Jack is so focused on loading his trusty pistol and the soon to be well fed horde chasing after him he doesn't see the small bush in front of him as he runs right into it. Does it trip him?
(Somewhat Likely) No.
I watch him spot the bush at the last second jumping over it with ease. I frown as he safely lands on the other side still outpacing the zombies behind him. The woman zombie with the long grey hair has now split off from the other 2 and seems to be heading in a different direction.
"Had enough already?" I hear Jack yell at the scrawny woman before turning back to the other 2 still on his tail. Does jack have his pistol reloaded yet?
(50/50) Yes.
Jack stops backing up closing the chamber on his revolver and taking aim as the body builder with arms the size of my head approaches him. I can begin to see that the grey haired bitch is circling around sneaking up on him from behind. The thought of yelling to warn Jack crosses my mind but I don't want to spoil the fun.
Jack unfortunately catches sight of the old hag and quickly turns around pointing the gun at her. "Nobody sneaks up on Smoking Gun Jack!" he yells. Does he get her?
(50/50) No, but...
Before Jack can squeeze the trigger a slimy green ball of acid whizzes past just inches away from his face. Jack turns his head to see the plague ridden acid spitter hacking up bile in his throat building up for another shot. "What the Fu.." I can't even hear jack finish his sentence as the grey haired crone who is now standing directly behind him opens her mouth and lets out an ear piercing shriek!
I am now sitting up a little higher with excitement as Jack seems to be stunned by the sound attack dropping his revolver with his head spinning around like a defeated opponent in mortal combat waiting for the fatality. "Finish Him!" I almost yell as I punch my arm over my head stopping myself short before I accidentally give away my box office seat.
The Steroid Junkie moves in for the kill grabbing Jack by the shoulders and sinking his teeth into his neck.
Critical Injury: Requires immediate attention; clearly life-threatening if not immediately deadly.
The meat head pulls his head back tearing a chunk out of Jacks neck with a spray of blood. Can Jack get away?
(50/50) Yes, but...
Jack manages to break free from the zombies grip and stumbles away towards the outside wall of the hospital pressing his hand against the ragged hole in his neck. He turns to me with a horrified look on his face and I can see him mumble some words probably asking for my help as blood pours from his mouth.
I give him the thumbs up with a big grin on my face holding the duffle bag up for him to see.
A look of confusion comes across his face just as the Hulking Zombie plows into him from the side sending him flying through the air smashing into the wall of the hospital with a loud smack!
Killed.
He slides down the wall leaving a bloody trail on the white cinder-blocks behind him as the 4 zombies make there way over for the now tenderized feast. I decide that this would be a good time to make my get away and I begin to army crawl my way back to Karen who is watching the whole scene from the alleyway with a shocked face. Do the zombies spot me?
(Unlikely) No.
I can hear the wet sounds of flesh being torn from bone as I begin to stand up next to Karen in the alleyway. I turn back around admiring their handy work as I watch the weight lifter zombie rip one of Jacks arms off and start to gnaw on it like a baby back rib. "That's so Horrible!" I hear Karen say well watching the bloody banquet with her hand covering her mouth.
"Believe me." I begin to tell her well ducking further back into the ally with my new bag of goodies. "You wouldn't of liked the guy anyways."
Karen walks over to me and bends her knees down to watch me as I being to unzip the bag. "Why do you say that?" She asks.
"Just a feeling." I reply well quickly finishing unzipping the bag and tearing it open like its fucking Christmas time!
9 = 9[d10]
Keys.
Pump-action shotgun (12 gauge).
Crossbow and bolts.
Above average M107 sniper rifle (.50 cal).
M67 frag grenade.
Flint and steel.
Crowbar.
Throwing knife.
Excellent blanket.
A single tear begins to roll down my cheek at the sight of the glorious weapon cache I have just acquired. Karen seems to notice. "Don't worry." she says. "I am sure he is in a better place now."
"Yeah like the inside of that zombies stomach." I think to myself well zipping the bag back up and slinging it over my shoulder. I hand my electrician bag to Karen. "Mind carrying that for a bit?" I ask as she takes the bag from my outstretched hand.
"No problem." She replies with a smile hefting the bag strap up onto her shoulder.
"Lets get going." I tell her as I start to head back out towards the way we originally came in with a little pep in my step.