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[[OOC: He only shot two guards, all of them unsuspecting. The first two were aiming as it was protocol while not expecting him to attack, he also attacked quickly, disarming one and kicking the other in the gonads, the other two were eating...and the scientists had no training at all, they were helpless...]] | ||||
[[I have no idea what you're talking about charlie... I think it's obvious at some point Vince's character will choose to do the right thing, and I thought it added an interesting element to the story, as no one was really able to give updates from the zombies point of view, I also thought the alcohol information would come in play later in the game. Btw I guess I see what you're talking about Septim, although Alpha is still a little indestructable, I'm glad you added him.]] | ||||
A man wearing a balaclava sits in the driver's seat of an old WWII era jeep. One other man stands at the mounted machine gun, the two other sit in the passenger and back seats. The man presses his pedal to the metal and the jeep goes forward quickly towards the prison. Signum sees the jeep driving at an incredible pace towards the prison. The men jump out of the jeep, one is shot in the shoulder by a rifle bullet. The men run up to the wall and plant TNT on the weakest place. The men attempt to run, but are shot, the dead man's trigger releases and the wall collapses, leaving a gaping hole in the defenses. *** "God d@mn it!" yells Bert as he readies his Uzi. | ||||
The zombie horde marched ever close to the prison, where someone seemed to have just blown a whole in the wall. The zombies would soon be upon the panicked group of survivors. But something had made Vince stop, he had heard a series of bullets being fired back behind them, the sounds were not the result of a panicky husband suddenly snuck up on, they were quick, several shot's, then several more, then silence, Vince was drawn to it, taking a long drink from his bottle, he turned away from the pack and quickly ducked into the cornfeild, making his way back to where he had heard the shots. | ||||
Alpha layed down, he had made a battlefield disguise out of several things in the nearby forest, no zombie could smell him, for he had covered himself in cow manure. It was embaressing, but embaressment had no place on the battlefield. He was a crawling hunk of poo to all. His rifle had been coated in mud to look the same. | ||||
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