-October 16th, 2017----------
After getting to know Dawn and Leon better, they invite me and Jacobi to go looting with them, just 3 miles north from our "HQ". We ride in a truck.Really nice, big black one. Well, it's supposed to be black, but by now it's a nearly all red color. They take it everywhere they go.
We end up at this place, some liquor store. I pull out my M4 and, after learning the proper techniques on how to use it, I take point. Jacobi, using his gun- a silenced .22 hunting rifle- is right besides me.
Leon takes the back of us. Dawn waits at the door, to watch the vehicle.
Us three go inside and I easily put off four zombies, all headshots. Leon uses his machete to cut them up. I decide to also use melee, since Dawn yells at me to not shoot so loud. I take out my trusty fireman's axe from the hospital, and I see Jacobi walking away from us. Why is he walking away? I ask myself.
I turn to look at him, and something runs up to me and jumps to me. I was about to flip it off and decapitate it, but then I realize it's a kid. Like, 8 years old.
His names Jaden. He has, as a weapon, a hunting knife. How this kid got it, I don't know. But I'm glad he had it, since he stabbed a zombie in the brain that was behind me as soon as I realized he was alive.
After some quick thinking, we knew the obvious choice: We just HAVE to leave him here.
Just kidding.
We took Jaden and some equipment (Bandages, Water, Gatorade, Tampons) back to the school.
Rob was maneuvering a bus in the parkway so nothing can get in through the bigger entrance.
So we had to put the damn truck in the back side, where we can't see it really. It was hard, but within an hour Thomas and Quentin had put some barbed wire around the tops of the fences and locked them. The only person with the keys is Leon.
We can trust him with it.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
DAMAGED.7
-October 11, 2017-------------
After picking up our weapons and loading out, we walk out of the building. Jerry takes point, and Thomas is behind him. Rob has the back, as do I, and Quentin, Lisa, and Markus are somewhere between us all.
I hear gunshots, and quickly look to the left. I see Jacobi and Shelby shooting at zombies, and Luther stabbing one in the eye with a machete.
Cool.
Then, I see somebody else. No, two people. Well, shit, we got more!
I find out one is named Leon, and the other is Dawn.
Leon has an AK-47 strapped to his back, and also a .44 magnum in his pistol holster.
He has a light brown skin color, and dark blonde hair. Clean shaven face. 28 years old.
Dawn is a beautiful looking woman. My height, my age, and she has grey eyes. She's also got long black hair.
An M4 rifle is in her hands, safety button off. She has a bag with two more M4's in it over her shoulder.
Shit. Are they enemies?!
Hah, nope.
Dawn hands me a rifle and I don't even realize until she tells me.
"Excuse me." She says.
I blink, stuck looking into her eyes, which are so hypnotizing.
"Uh... Here...." She smirks and puts the gun through my arm. I look at her and nod, and awkwardly choke out the words, "Oh, yeah... Thanks ma'am." She smiles and replies "I'm only 19; I ain't no ma'am."
I realize she's not laughing at my face, and I look at her nose while we talk for the rest of the time. I don't think she noticed I wasn't making eye contact.
"Uh... What am I supposed to do with two rifles and two pistols?!" I ask aloud.
"Juss go akimbo on dem muddafukkas!!" Leon says, laughing.
It takes me about three seconds to realize what he said through his thick accent.
I think he's Jamaican.
It'd sure as hell explain the Bob Marley T-shirt.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
After picking up our weapons and loading out, we walk out of the building. Jerry takes point, and Thomas is behind him. Rob has the back, as do I, and Quentin, Lisa, and Markus are somewhere between us all.
I hear gunshots, and quickly look to the left. I see Jacobi and Shelby shooting at zombies, and Luther stabbing one in the eye with a machete.
Cool.
Then, I see somebody else. No, two people. Well, shit, we got more!
I find out one is named Leon, and the other is Dawn.
Leon has an AK-47 strapped to his back, and also a .44 magnum in his pistol holster.
He has a light brown skin color, and dark blonde hair. Clean shaven face. 28 years old.
Dawn is a beautiful looking woman. My height, my age, and she has grey eyes. She's also got long black hair.
An M4 rifle is in her hands, safety button off. She has a bag with two more M4's in it over her shoulder.
Shit. Are they enemies?!
Hah, nope.
Dawn hands me a rifle and I don't even realize until she tells me.
"Excuse me." She says.
I blink, stuck looking into her eyes, which are so hypnotizing.
"Uh... Here...." She smirks and puts the gun through my arm. I look at her and nod, and awkwardly choke out the words, "Oh, yeah... Thanks ma'am." She smiles and replies "I'm only 19; I ain't no ma'am."
I realize she's not laughing at my face, and I look at her nose while we talk for the rest of the time. I don't think she noticed I wasn't making eye contact.
"Uh... What am I supposed to do with two rifles and two pistols?!" I ask aloud.
"Juss go akimbo on dem muddafukkas!!" Leon says, laughing.
It takes me about three seconds to realize what he said through his thick accent.
I think he's Jamaican.
It'd sure as hell explain the Bob Marley T-shirt.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
DAMAGED.6
-October 11, 2017------
Lisa Cortez, the little girl, is a year younger than Markus. Rob Lopez, the school teacher, used to teach English.
Jerry Sanchez, the custodian, is about 30 years old. Built well. Has a mustache and goatie combo. Black, wavy hair.
Jerry can handle a .17 pretty well. Rob is good with his 10MM pistol. He hands a rifle to me.
Nice rifle, too. It's a .22, so it's very simple to use. Not like a shotgun, where you have to lean into the gun a bit. You can have a leaning back stance and shoot a .22. And also, no need for a silencer; it's silencer than a fucking ninja.
Markus looks at the 9MM Rob put in his hands. Markus looks at Thomas, who seems to nod "yes" to him.
Quentin picks up a .40 glock and examines it and it's ammo that Jerry sprawled out for us.
I see one pistol, right by my feet. I feel a bit yippy looking at it. A .45 ACP pistol. This is the best mother fucking pistol known to Planet Earth itself. I don't know how it got here, hell, I don't even know where ANY of these guns got here, but I am taking this bad boy. I have to.
And I do.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Lisa Cortez, the little girl, is a year younger than Markus. Rob Lopez, the school teacher, used to teach English.
Jerry Sanchez, the custodian, is about 30 years old. Built well. Has a mustache and goatie combo. Black, wavy hair.
Jerry can handle a .17 pretty well. Rob is good with his 10MM pistol. He hands a rifle to me.
Nice rifle, too. It's a .22, so it's very simple to use. Not like a shotgun, where you have to lean into the gun a bit. You can have a leaning back stance and shoot a .22. And also, no need for a silencer; it's silencer than a fucking ninja.
Markus looks at the 9MM Rob put in his hands. Markus looks at Thomas, who seems to nod "yes" to him.
Quentin picks up a .40 glock and examines it and it's ammo that Jerry sprawled out for us.
I see one pistol, right by my feet. I feel a bit yippy looking at it. A .45 ACP pistol. This is the best mother fucking pistol known to Planet Earth itself. I don't know how it got here, hell, I don't even know where ANY of these guns got here, but I am taking this bad boy. I have to.
And I do.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)