"This way fool! Run this way, and let's get the hell out of here!"
Having dodged the zombie and seeing that the two men surrounded by zombies are escaping, Sam turns and sprints as fast as she can back towards Manny.
"Well that was certainly unique...' she manages to get out through heavy breathing.
Tom looks at Manny, "No F'ing Way Dude!
Tom looks for his own route and engages any zombies that are an immediate threat to him that are preventing his escape.
Manny makes a rash decision and was greeted by error as a zombie attempts to maul him.
Spencer also looks about for a quick route away from this area. "Jesus bloody Christ," he mutters, and for those close enough, his Southern accent has been replaced by a slight Irish brogue.
"Uh... This way!" he cries, pointing in another direction. He jogs off, and if a zombie jumps out, he lashes out with a right jab, leaning back in preparation to dodge.
A zombie attempts to claw Spencer open.
A zombie attempts to claw Spencer open.
Another zombie makes a grapple against Sam and another try's to maul her to death.
The zombie trying to bite Sam makes a clumsy move
After a sloppy attempt at hitting the zombie, Sam is able to escape from the clutches of the encroaching horde. She then returns to trying to sprint away from them far too panicked to still be focused on the two she hoped to save.
Tom uses this time to escape while the zombies and the others are engaged.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Spencer calls to the others, running after the man who seems to have found an escape route.
My god, they're going to die. Move damn you! Move!
Manny watches and tries to stay calm as the others are swarmed, keeping alert to ensure the way out remains open.
My god, they're going to die. Move damn you! Move!
Manny watches and tries to stay calm as the others are swarmed, keeping alert to ensure the way out remains open.
Tom speaks normally trying not to draw more zeds, "You are worth more the risk than they are!" ... Tom points to the zombies and follows Manny shooting any zeds who come near. He rather use his crowbar but currently there are too many of them for desires. Now it's time to survive and hopefully save rounds.
As the group runs away the zombies subside from the group as they lose their scent. The group comes to a police station that looks abandoned but highly defendable. It has a single ring of razor wire on the top of the fence. However the there is a lock preventing any entry.
Tom looks at the lock and whispers at the group, "By any chance anyone have the key?" ... he gives the group a hesitant grin and abruptly stop.
"If only..."
Sam looks around the nearby area in hopes of spotting a key or anything to help break the lock:
Sam catches the glimpse of a pair of bloody bolt cutters lying concealed under a tire and some scraps of cloth.
Tom pulls out his crowbar and whispers, "I also have this crowbar I use to break in and we can used it if need be. The bolt cutters will make less noise than this crowbar."
"I can do it," Spencer whispers, nodding to his arms. "I'm strong... and fast. But I'd want backup going to check out those cutters." After getting away from those things out there, it'd sure suck to get jumped by something under a car.
I've got your back man. Go for it."
Manny keeps back from the car itself, but looks under it carefully.
Seeing nothing, Manny shrugs and turns his back to Spencer, keeping watch.
"Alright..." Preparing himself, Spencer takes a couple deep breaths before darting over to grab the crowbar.
Tom whispers up, "We need something quieter and less damaging to the structure to break the lock just in case we need to stay here for a spell ... I mean ... a bit. Since I have been living in Georgia, I've been picking up the "Southern" dialect." Tom rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder for zeds or bandits.
Manny tries to see if one of the second floor windows is open or obviously unlocked.
Sam has her sword at the ready and slowly approaches the tire with the bolt cutters.
"If someone wouldn't mind watching my back, I'd appreciate it..." she whispers over her shoulder.
"We ready to get in here?" Spencer asks, the bolt cutters in his hand.
Manny spots a broken window that is above a heavy crate and a plank of wood. Logic probably indicates the objects didn't wind up there in the chaos of The Rising.....
Tom nods, "I have your back miss, you guys open the door. Be ready for any surprises from the living or crazies." Tom secures his crowbar and holds his gun with two hands looking out to the street for any uninvited guest while they open the door, then whispers over his back, "Try not to make any noise."
Not quite trusting the group, Tom looks over his shoulder from time to time to make sure they are not plotting against him while they open the door.
Manny whistles lowly to attract the attention of the others and points to the makeshift entryway.
"Careful. Might be other survivors. Possibly armed."
Tom nods and whispers, "Yes, or crazies or both." Tom goes back to watching the entrance but looking over his shoulder often that would give a "normal" person a sore neck.
Spencer nods. "Want me to go first?" he whispers, nodding to the makeshift route.
As everyone makes their moves toward the makeshift entrance, they here a rustle and 2 clicks of the gun and Tom feels the barrel of a 44. Magnum revolver pressed against the base of his skull and Spencer sees the glint of a sniper its barrel poking out from a makeshift arrow slit in the wall of the building. The man with the 44. quietly says "You folks don't look like your from around here..."
Tom freezes with a big "oh sh**" look on his face!
Tom begins to sweat as his animalistic ways take over, anticipating the first chance to either defend oneself or bolt out of sight. The man makes a quiet chuckle obviously enjoying causing mental anguish on Tom. He makes a quick look around the party and assess their crude equipment.
"Who are you people?"He eyes Sam carrying a rapier and Tom with a bloody crowbar and a gun. "Never mind... What are you people doing here is actual question....the zeds have overrun everything unless your here for supplies you need get out of here!"He says pointing in the general direction of the highway."Besides what clan are you anyway?". The man is wearing some kind of crude tabard with the image of zombie with a sniper sighting on its head. The man presses the barrel of the gun harder into the base of Tom's skull and hears a bullets entering the chamber.
Just then as someone was to respond a bang echoed across the city followed by another chorus of death. The holding the 44. jerked backward as a bullet went through his face and out the back. More shots hit areas close to Tom and the other members of the party. The sniper in the roof just as he moves over to assess the threat a ear-splitting boom echoes and he is torn in two a fountain of arterial blood covering those nearby.