FalconBomba

ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHO... is anyone still here?

'"Well dang, I guess I did. Well they don't really let you practice firearms in prison." Falconer said in passing as he moved in with his heavy boot to crush the skulls of those crawling. "Hate to waste ammo you know."'

'"INCOMING!" He shouted as from the rear a large blue ball of mucus hurtled towards them. Ducking down behind the barricade he heard more rapid footsteps from the rear. OOC: Back.

'"Well pastry, hold it there and I'll see what I can do, and it smells wretched..." Falconer then grabbed several nearby items and set to work making a makeshift barrier before the horde comes into range. The shelf pieces holding the empty barrels in place and a few pieces of scrap metal holding everything together enough to keep it from being blown apart by bile. "Well get ready, and if you see projectiles duck, this should keep it from hitting you, at least for a few shots." Then pistol facing forward he readies himself for combat.'

'"Dangerous mission? Vlad I'll play you rock paper scissors for it!" he spoke excitedly. His fingers were already twitching around the pistol in his hand, balancing deftly on the trigger.

'"Huzzah!" Falconer whispers to Vlad. As they start moving down the hall, they see some dark forms in the distance slowly moving towards them. "Hey, these look like the ones from the last war, they aren't running. Vlad can you take them down before they start a chain moan?"

'"Yeah, you know if it's laid out the same, then the supply rooms should be down the right wing... You thinking what I'm thinking?" he said grinning.

'Falconer keeps his pistol out and follows May, behind and to the right. "I think we should go in diamond formation. Someone protects the rear and makes it hard to flank."'

Is this going anywhere? If not should it be deleted? Some threads here are just taking up space like the original Zombea.

OOC: Sorry, haven't had acess to internet for a few days. I should stop that. ICC: 'Falconer stayed at the door for a few more seconds, rifle firing into the horde, taking out one closest to Vlad. "MOVE IT! I DO NOT WANT THIS TO BE A REPEAT OF THE CITY RUN!" He shouted, recalling a similar time when Vlad had stopped to snipe a few infected ahead on the road and was ambushed from two side alleys before they had to fight in fairly open ground before blasting a hole through them to run ahead of the stumbling masses. As Vlad neared, Falconer shot once more just over the head into the head of one and shooting through the chest of the one behind. Quickly inside he gropped for his pistol and started firing through the hole in the door from May's shotgun blast.

'Sitting in the car, he rolled the window down and quietly sighted the zombies with the rifle he grabbed in the house. Zeroing in on the closest Zed from where he was and fired. Clipping its face and burrowing into the brain and back out with a burst of black goo. "Well we'd better start heading off, he said to the Vlad. Well were at the base think we could find any lobbos? Need something with a little more weight behind it than the combat knife."'

'Loading some more ammo clips into his belt for his pistol and sliding a knife into his boot, he replied, "Well you remember when we got to the Rockies Base they seperated up the team, well somehow they got it in their heads to make me a scapegoat. They imprisoned me to show what happened to people who released criminals out of jail in the first war, apparently some roving bands of strongarms were major problems that needed a public reassuring. So got stuck in that prison not far from here and have been huffing it by foot because some others told me the way here since they saw it on the way on the prison buses. All in all, pretty unfun ten years but now I'm free and exactly where I was originally pretty much. And you?" Then bent over to pick up a rifle he had laid out earlier with some ammo and slung it over his back.

OOC: Back from break. Got a really good book called World War Z, could be a history for the first Zombea war really. Great stuff recommend everyone here reads it. ICC: 'The darkness of fresh sleep has enveloped Falconer, then the deeper thoughts emerge, pictures, colors, sounds, all terrifying as the brain sorts through the information. The events from the park are the clearest to him... Staring at a mass of flesh and bone and nightmares, he is thrust toward it by an unknown force. Trying to run away brings him closer, groping for a gun and only grabs onto a face that tears away in his hand and yet still keeps coming towards him. From the mound comes more of the beings, with a chilling screech that sends shivers down the spine... charging with obscene speed and tearing him limb by limb. They pull him into the mound and...... He wakes up with sweat dripping off him. He sits up panting and remembers the creatures that were at the park. He goes off to find May, opening the basement and finds her in front of the consoles, trawling through information. "Do you know of any zombies that move exceptionally faster than hunters? Because I found one wailing in the park I told you about, it seemed to be seperating parts from various animals in stacks when I shot at it and it went berserk. Forgot to tell you from sleep deprivation."

"Ok, thanks... oh and I have some information that might be helpful. I camped out for a night in a park closer to the city heading out here. You know the one ringed with water? Well turns out these things don't like it very much. They'll go through it if they have to but they'd rather stay out of it. The water that is. None of them came at me from any direction except the main path." And with that he headed for one of the hospital-like beds in an upper room. Putting the belt with clips on a knob on the headboard and gun within easy reach. Rest came easy, so tired that he did not even have time to think about what else he had seen in the park... OOC: DUN DUN DUN! I'll tell you when I wake up, creepy dreams come first to remind.

'"Hey, Vlad. Long time no see. Which prison were you in? I came from the Northreach, followed the directions that some of the people there were gonna head for a hideout that they saw coming in on a bus. Doesn't look they made it, or maybe they're all over the ground out there..." He took a long drink out of the can tossed and continued. "Well, guess I'm here for awhile... got any 10 mil ammo around? Don't have much left in this pistol, only what was on one of the prison guards when a tank busted in for a snack. It was cut to pieces by the inmates with shivs. Had to get out of there before they turned zombie themselves." Pointed in the direction of the basement, he lifted the cover with some help of Vlad and started rummaging for a few extra clips to put in his belt.