Post by zombieheartagun on Dec 5, 2012 3:31:19 GMT -5
Eighty-eight miles have come and gone, signs signs everywhere the signs. It was easy to find his way to the base, way to simple. The closer he got the more he felt torn between two sensations; excitement and dread. The closer he gets, the more tangible the feelings become. His foot ebbs from the gas pedal as his heartbeat quickens. His humvee must come to a complete stop some 10 minutes away from the base so that he may slow his heart rate down, but he makes it regardless.
"Whew....what a dump." The scene was as ugly as he proclaimed, the base was trashed. While many buildings still stood there was wreckage all over the place. The perimeter fence rended along its stretch, the remaining planes either in peices or heaps. Driving through a gaping hole in the fence he enters the runway. First stop was the hangers, then to find the armory, then the mess hall and last but not least the hospital. This wasn't like a normal stop. His last discovery had put him on edge. That facility was probably tied to this one, which means there was a good chance that it was still populated. So far no one had emerged, but it could be an attempt to lure him into a false sense of security as well as out of the humvee.
Pulling up to the first hanger he notices the fact that the doors are all but removed from it, the tattered remains hanging limply. Grabbing Sweetness he takes several deep breaths before removing the key from the ignition. Pocketing them, his door is opened and he steps out.
"Looks like its fun'o'clock..."
Dropping low beside the humvee he scans the interior of the hanger with diligence. There was no way he wanted to run into a stupid situation, it wouldn't take much to turn this into a cluster fuck and then no one wins. Seeing that the area is clear he moves forward ever so slowly. Reaching the hanger doors he peers inside, it looked worse than the outside. Bodies were strewn across the floor mutilated in various ways though they shared one commonality. They were all horrible deaths. Large peices of flesh were missing from their bodies, bullets and bites the reasons behind so.
Moving forward it was as quiet as a crypt, his footfalls echoing around the open space. The first body he comes across is not a soldier, the plain clothes throw him off. Gives him more things to be afraid of. The second and third bodies are military men, though they yeild only two m4 mags. Their guns are not as nice as sweetness, he could not replace her anyways. He stops mid way of grabbing the second mag when he thinks he hears a noise. Like a deer in the wild he freezes after snapping his head around towards the sound. His heart starts running.
All clear. Nothing there. The mag is pocketed and he returns to his search.
He traverses deeper into the hanger, finding more bodies but nothing else of use to him. More poorly kept M4's but no ammo, pistols in worse shape than the rifles. Nature has a funny way of gumming up the works if you don't take proper care of guns. The large splotches of blood that have seeped into the small nooks and crannies and have dried over a long period of time does nothing to help either. He could have picked up a few pistol clips off them all, maybe 3 in total but they were the wrong caliber for what he used so he leaves them behind...at least for a few minutes. He is almost half way through the hanger before he turns around, he isn't in a posistion to pass up anything free, despite it potentially being useless to him in the long run.
"What the fuck?!?" The surprise in his exclamation is easily detected. Standing some 40 feet from him are three zombies, shambling slowly towards him. He didn't understand what was going on. He had just come from there. Had just checked and looted from bod.."No..way..." His thoughts are cut off by his words as the zombie on the left sparks recognition within his brain. "It can't be..."
Sweetness screams with his confusion, controlled bursts flying forth from her steel muzzle. He didn't know if this was real or not, but he was going to find out. The first burst impacts against torso, the second one goes right for the throat. The zombie crumples to the ground its spinal cord having been severed. While it was not dead..er it had lost control of its motor functions, the signals its brain fires not reaching anything below its chin. Another burst is loosened from Sweetness this one striking the zombie that he recognized, the man he had been laying dead just moments ago, the zombie crumples as his third eye is poked out. Leeroy would feel relief if it wasn't for the slow rise of four more zombies. The bodies he had checked had not remained dead. How was he afforded such time? Why didn't they strike earlier? So many questions. Not enough time.
Two down, five to go. With the closest zombie a mere 15 feet away he must act quickly. The first order of business is to turn around quickly and make sure there was no zurprise, a zombie surprise, waiting for him. Relief fills his body as he doesn't see any, bringing his focus back to the zombie whom is just under ten feet and slowly closing. Sweetness cries out again, protecting her man, her red eye finding a home atop of the closest zombies head.
Baaaarrraaat. Baaaaraaatt.
More controled bursts are set free. The one really great thing about these zombies is that they are slow and dumb. Marines hone their skill like a samurai perfects the edge of their sword. Four bursts for three zombies, not an ideal amount but being point blank really helps. Once again his victory is cheapened by fate. Two zombies left but he had enough rounds to fire one normal burst and one burst of two bullets. His only choices are to switch to single fire or reload the clip. Each one presents a problem.
RRRRWWAARRRLLLLWLLLWLLWLWLWLW
The emergence of a necrotic moan behind him only creates more confusion. He had to think fast and act even faster.
Letting go of Sweetness his hands cross over his chest as if he was going to hug himself. Self love was not his goal nor the interest in his actions, the two pistols cradled beneath his shoulders are his target. The five-sevens are drawn quickly his body twisting around so that each arm is facing a different way. "Aw hellll nah..." He was expecting to see one zombie behind him, not three, which left him with only one real choice. Stepping towards the smaller number of zombies he starts blasting his gats. They don't get turned sideways nor are they fired rapidly. Each shot is measured, he doesn't rush them at all. Seven shots empty from each clip before the zombies go down, leaving him to turn around to face the others.<br><Br>They were gone. The zombies that appeared behind him were gone. His heart begins to race, beads of sweat begin to condense on his brow. "Where did they go? Where did they go?" He voices his concern yet finds no answers.
Freak out in 3..2..1..
His eyes go wide as he starts turning and spinning frantically, his pistols remaining raised as he scans for the zombies that he had just seen.
They were there.
He had seen them.
Didn't he?
Minutes fall off the clock, his distress growing at a feverish pace, his heart races. His breaths come and go quickly, his eyes don't stay still. He looks everywhere and anywhere. Every dark space, every illuminated area. He even double checks the bodies that he has just riddled with bullets. They were dead and more importantly they were in the right spots. He could see the trauma he had caused which made them real. But the three zombies that were attempting to sneak up behind him had disappeared as quickly as they had made their presence known. Placing the pistol in his left hand back into its holster he proceeds to rub his face several times.
"They were real. They had to be. I saw and heard them. They were right there!" He would point to the spot with the end of his pistol he pointed at things he wished to die. "Where the fuck did they go? Zombies just don't disappear into thin air. They defy a lot of realities laws but they don't fucking do that. Right? Right. They have to be around here. I just haven't found them. Or maybe...maybe I blacked out and killed them, combat and fear can mess with your perceptions. Yeah, that must be it. Just got a bit of the jitters and it made me forget that I shot them.....yeah...right."
He couldn't face the truth, couldn't admit that it was getting worse. That they might have been right. They had to be there. He refused to believe that they were just his mind playing tricks on him, delusions that seem so real that he thinks they are. He couldn't face the realization of what his future holds in store for him if they are that vivid at this point in time. Was he going crazy? "Shit...who isn't?"
With his semi-nervous breakdown fading away the pistol in his right hand is also returned to its holster before Sweetness is returned to his hands. A quick clip change, the old one replacing the fresh one as it still held bullets. When he was safe he would deal with it in the proper fashion but for now he had to move on. If those zombies were real then there was no telling when they would be back.
Pushing past the spot that they had appeared in he breaths in and out slowly, calming his heart, focusing his brain, keeping a grip on reality.
While he still could.
The first hanger is cleared, nothing else of use is found. This salvage mission was not turning out as well as he figured it would. It was also not the shit storm that he had felt it would be either so that was definitely a plus. He would take this turn out even with the freaky ghost zombies. Stepping into the next hanger he comes up empty again. This hanger is more empty as well as destroyed than the first one. He couldn't even get to the next section due to the immense damage that had been done. One out of three wasn't bad. He could deal with those odds.
Returning to his humvee ever vigilant for the potential return of the ghost zombies he finds everything is as it should be. There is no mass of undead waiting for him, there is no sign of the ghost zombies and definitely no sign of people. Climbing back into the beast he turns it over proceeding to the next area that he would explore: The Mess hall. Food was something that he did not a lot of so the more he could find the better. His intimate and familiar knowledge with how the military operated gave him solace that the food he would find if there was any would have a long shelf life. The military was known for being cheapskates whenever possible. Their food was no exception. With his thoughts turning to food his stomach starts to growl in response.
"Shhhhh here have some jerky" NOM NOM Jerky.
The drive to the Mess hall took some time, he didn't know the lay out of the base that well so he had to resort to the hit or miss tactic...which of course was military code for guessing. With nearly an hour lost on this little venture he couldn't say it was a complete loss in his search he had managed to find the hospital as well as the central offices which would no doubt yeild more detailed maps. While he had considered stopping at them first he felt that he needed to get his priorities straight first. If he was going to risk an incursion he was going to make sure it was damn well worth it and obtaining food just happened to be high on his "to do" list. It was up there with Halle Berry but he was pretty certain that ship had sailed...but a man could hope.
Pulling up to the curb in front of the Mess Hall he checks his surroundings for any potential zombies or even worse, ghost zombies. The lack of movement did not settle his nerves like it should have, his mind was pulling him towards the events that transpired not to long ago in the hanger. It had been real quiet in there at the start and it turned into a shit show, he did not want a repeat performance. Unable to do anything about it he exits the humvee once more, making sure to lock it as he always does. He didn't think zombies could drive but he wasn't certain of it even though his concern was more towards the human factor and the surprises it always brings.
"Nice and easy this time, no need to get violent" It was hard to tell if he was talking to himself or to Sweetness as he held her proudly. Reaching the door he opens it slowly, allowing the insides to enter his full view. He would remain still as he peered in not crossing the threshhold that seperated the outside from the in. "Here we go....."
The foyer was large, double doors on either side leading towards the eating areas. The single door that lay before him no doubt lead to the private rooms often used for wedding receptions and other party needs. He would check left then right then back to left. Checking the right one last time he slowly moves through the doors on the left, making sure to glance backwards every so often. The hall was empty, aside from the extremely thin layer of dust it had been kept rather tidy. The more he pushed into it the more apparent the newly lack of upkeep became to him.
"Hmmmmmmm" His intrigue was expressed but nothing more would be said on the matter. He would however think the shit out of this situation. Had this been a base that had been experimenting with the virus? It would explain the sleeping zombies, the ghost zombies, the recently abandoned mess hall, the fact that not all the zombies were military clothed and of course the interesting underground facility he found not to far from here. If that was the case was he at more risk to being exposed? Was he exposed already? He would stop dead in his tracks as he would ponder this fact. What was more important? Obtaining food or not being exposed to a super strain of the outbreak?
"Dammmmnnn...wellllll...guess I'm already screwed so might as well keep looking. Though if I see one evil looking laboratory I am so outta here." He would pause suckin his lip in disappointment. "This is some bull shit." His mind made up he would continue towards the kitchen, now supra paranoid, supra being on a higher level than super.
Pushing the door to the kitchen inward with his left hand, Sweetness was held high her butt pressed against him. Look left, then right and back to the left, check. Step inwards to the right turning left while letting go of the door, check. Scan behind one more time, check. "Clear." His training would take over, the aftermath of his supposed PTSD, his minds regression to simplification in order to cope. The hallway to the back was clear to him, he could see all the way down it till it became a T. As long as he didn't run into any more ghost zombies he was going to be alright. His sweep of the kitchen is quick, thorough, and disappointing. Mere spices lay on the shelves. Nothing he could use with his somewhat limited cooking skills. He would have to venture down the hall. He really wasn't cool with that.
Reaching the junction he would check his corners as he always does, sane or otherwise. He is a true product of military training. From attending military to school all the way to the real deal. The lessons had been drilled into him. Seeing one leads to another door and the other seems to be a stockroom he picks the more obvious of the two.
"Sweet Jesus...would you look at that." His words were packed full of awe. He had hit the mother load. Before him sat months worth of food. MRE's, canned goods, flour and shit he couldn't even pronounce. "I'm going to need a bigger tru..Unhh.." His word is cut off and replaced with a grunt as his head explodes with pain that makes a clanging sound when it hit him. Falling to his knees he twists himself to look around but collapses just as his gaze is about to meet his assailant. The bloodied pair of combats is the only peek he gets and the last one before the world goes black.
The world comes back into focus as it feels like he is drowning. His eyes open up as he tries to swim but can't move his arms or legs that well with them being cuffed. A few more seconds of panic before the world returns to it's normal view instead of the dazed and disoriented one it was. He wasn't drowning, he was sitting down of the ground and there was someone standing before him.
"How many more are there?"
"Wha..what? How many more what?"
"How many men are with you?" The woman before him was finally processed by his brain as being a woman, he thought he was still all fucked up from being struck in the back of the head. "Waiiiitttt a second. You're a chi..." She punches him in the face before he can finish his sentance. "Owwww...what the fuck was that for?"
"You didn't answer my question. If you don't answer it this time, I'm going to kick your fucking balls in. Do you understand?"
"Holy shit! Yeah, I got you. There are no more, I came here alone. If there was anyone else with me there would be at least one other person with me when I entered the kitchen. The buddy system saves lives." The woman raises her foot and he tries to prepare himself for the blow as best he could. "It's the truth. Staff Sergeant Leeroy Jenkins, US Marines. 3213324." Her foot lowers. He breathes a mighty sigh of relief.
"Next question. What are you doing here? Does Peter know I am here?"[/b] The woman would soften her steely gaze as fear crepted into her. Of going back to what she was. To those men and the pain they inflicted upon her.
"I assure you that I have no fucking clue as to whom you are speaking of. I'm just here to gather some supplies if possible. Was driving by, saw the base, so I decided to try my luck. So far I've fought zombies both regular and ghost variety and then to top it all off I get hit in the back of the head with...a pipe? Wrench. Thank you. A wrench and then if that wasn't bad enough you were gonna stomp on my balls. This is offically the worst idea I have ever had. Seriously, worst one." The woman doesn't say a word, she merely stares at him as he rambles.
"Why should I believe you? What proof do you have?"[/b] She breaks her silence, composure regained. Stepping towards Leeroy he is left speechless. There was nothing he could offer her for proof. He was was fubar'd.
"Listen there isn't anything I can say or do to proof this. So if you are going to do something then just fucking do it. Stop wasting time. Just promise me you'll take care of her, she's trusty and won't ever fail ya as long as you show her love and tenderness."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Take care of who?"
"Nevermind...just get it over with. I really don't have all day, specially when ghost zombies could be lurking. How long have those been around by the way? I'm assuming that you have lived here for some time. Are they like predator zombies that cloak and shit? Wait..no...that wouldn't make much sense." The woman is left speechless once more. That was the second time he had mentioned ghost zombies to her and she was starting to wonder what in the hell a ghost zombie could be. Was he crazy? She was starting to think so which did not bode well for the restrained man before her.
"Ghost zombies? Are you drunk..or high even? What is a ghost zombie?"
"No m'am I am neither drunk nor high. They cloud the mind, out here you have to be sharp. On point. What do you not get about a ghost zombie. It's a zombie that is a ghost. What were they researching here?" He was rather suprised his balls or face had not been smashed in yet but that was just fine with him. Gave him that much longer to think of a way out of this situation. He Wasn't having much luck in that department either.
"I have no idea what they were researching here if anything. As for the ghost zombie thing. There is no such thing, you are high or you're crazy. Either way I don't care, you can't be working for Peter as he would never employ a person like you. However that does not change your situation at all. I'm afraid I can't let you go, so what to do with you? Put a bullet in head? No. Don't need to attract them. Hrmm."
"You could just let me go, that'd be awesome. So not happening. Well not with that attitude."[/b] He still wasn't sure if she was in the ball kicky mood. But she hadn't so far so that ment something.
His unnamed assailant would pace back and forth several times, his eyes wouldn't leave her. "Listen you really only have three choices here. Kill me, knock me out and either kill me later or set it up so I die or let me go and I leave you the fuck alone. I don't mean to be a bother but could you hurry up and pick one? I only push this matter because if you choose to let me go, which would be awesome, I still want it to be daylight when I get out of here. And no offense m'am but you don't look like the type to kill unless really threatened which I obviously am not doing nor have I the entire time I've been here. I really don't care that you're here nor will I tell anyone. This is your place, gotcha, I'll move on. Just as long as I get my gun back before I go I'm cool."
"There is no way in hell am I giving you your gun back. I'm not stupid, you can't trick me that easily." She cuts him off, stepping into hit him again though she stops as he cringes. Opening his eyes slowly he sees that she hasn't hit him so he pipes up once more. "Well obviously you would give me my gun back empty. Hell you can have all the clips on me, I don't care. I just want my gun back...you know...assuming you let me go. Which once again, would make you super awesome...umph" She hits him again, another punch to the face, his left eye already starting to swell a little.
"Or..just keep hitting me..that's co-UMPH..ol too." One more fist to face attack from her.
"Say one more word and I'll kick your balls in for real."
"Fuck.."
Unable to help himself from expelling words from his lips he awaits the world of pain that was promised to him for making such a transgression. The womans right foot arches backwards and he prepares for the worst. When her foot collides with his body he is left feeling rather surprised. She did not kick his junk in, instead she resulted to kicking him in the chest. His world is set ablaze with pain regardless, his words being sucked away by the coughing fit that ensues. Falling over on to his side as he hacks up a lung the woman takes this opportunity to speak to him without getting any sort of rebuttal from him, or so she hopes.
"You just had to say something didn't ya? If I didn't want to be able to move you easily I would have kicked your balls into your throat but I think my point got across anyways...am I correct?" He would nod his head as his coughs started to subside. "That's a good boy..oh...I didn't mean boy cause you're black...I'm not racist or anything. I meant it more like a dog.."[/font color] She trails off as she realizes calling him a dog isn't exactly proving that she isn't racist. He would have a comment for this moment but figured he would keep his mouth shut for once seeing as the woman that is beating him is now concerned about sounding like a racist.
"S'all good...I knew what you meant."
"Oh good...cause I do not want you to think that I am doing this to you based on the color of your skin. I just can't trust you cause you know you're talking about ghost zombies. Even if you were white I would still act the same way."[/font color] She gets defensive but not the "is trying to hide it" kind of defensive. No hers is more of a "nervous rambling" kind.
"That's good to know....at least you aren't racist. So....how about you hook a brother up? You know you wanna..."
She responds by pressing Sweetness against the side of his head, her mouth pressing into his flesh in a cold kiss. He closes his eyes and waits for the sweet serenity that is sure to follow. While he felt rather pissed that he was going to be done in by her he was somewhat glad that Sweetness would be the one to end it. He waits for what seems like minutes, his heart racing but the cold kiss is lifted from his skin. He opens his eyes slowly expecting to see the woman grinning down at him, smirking about the sense of fear that she is instilling in him. However she is doing no such thing, instead of a grin there is a shocked look spread across her face. She isn't even looking at him, instead her head is turned to the side as he quickly does the same, following her line of sight. What his eyes behold he was not expecting. A small child no more than 5 years in age is staring at the both of them with eyes of the palest blue color. Golden strands splash against her dirt covered face. The little girl says nothing, does nothing, she just stares. The woman lets Sweetness fall to the side, the situation becomming all to clear in his mind. She wouldn't, she couldn't display any violence in front of the child. He respected her integrity but that really didn't help him get out of his bonds.
"Not to interrupt this touching moment..but...do you think you could let me go now? I see why you have acted the way you have and I don't blame ya, I really don't, but I would really like to be on my way no.."
Several loud groans cut off his speech, as all eyes turn towards the direction of the sound. The woman who holds his gun begins to tremble slightly, the little girl backing away slowly as fear begins to grip her small frame.
"Listen, this would be a really good time to let me go unless you two want to deal with whatever the hell made that sound. I pray to god it is not a bunch of god damn Ghost Zombies or we are all fucked. Ooops...sorry.." He would apologize for the profanity but the situation was growing dire. The woman would leave him going towards the little girl, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her away. The little girl then begins to do something odd, telling her mommy that she can't leave the man there, that it wasn't good. Begging the woman to be a good mommy.
The woman at first ignores the little girls pleas but the child becomes more and more insistant. Again the groans of the dead echo into the area, no doubt drawn to the scent of blood that is escaping his body. Cursing loudly the woman quickly returns to our hero, unbinding him while keeping Sweetness trained on him.
"If we make even the smallest wrong move I will shoot you and leave you to the zombies. We clear?"
"Hey no problem, I want to get out of here as much as you do." With his hands free he quickly gets to his feet his hands slipping to his five-sevens withdrawing them quickly. "Lead the way, I'll cover ya." A loud crash is born as the barred door is smashed inwards, the scent of death and decay seeping into the room. He raises his pistols one after another firing a round from one before he lowers the pistol as the other one rises to take its place starting the process over. Loud bangs echo around them as he screams out. "GET MOVING! GET YOUR DAUGTER OUT OF HERE!"
The woman and child begin moving as quickly as they can. Leeroy following behind them several feet away, firing his pistols off as his shots hit dead flesh again and again.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
"MINE? You're the one that made bleed! What do you think is attracting them! But nevermind that! Less talk more rock! Let's get the fuck outta here!"
Weaving through the building his vision swinging back and forth from the two people he was trying to protect and the zombie horde slowly gathering. Each time he would put one down it seemed like more were ready to take its place. Where were they comming from? He definitely had not seen that many bodies on his way in, was this a property of ghost zombies? The ability to produce quickly? He couldn't tell. The last round would be fired from his second pistol causing him to holster one whilst changing the others mag. He would then repeat the process but with the opposite pistol calling out as he did. "Boy, it sure would be nice to have an assault rifle right now!"
"The option to shoot you in the back is still available to me!"
"Yeah it is but that wouldn't slow them down and I doubt you want your daughter to see you shoot someone in the back in cold blood..." The woman has no retort to his statement, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Listen! If we can get to my Humvee we can get the hell outta here!" His words come in between the slow booms of his gun shots. He wasn't in a real hurry to blast them as he knew he had to be smart about it. While the five-sevens were a powerful pistol they were still a pistol and couldn't spray like Sweetness could.
"And where is that?"[/b][/font color] The woman was running out of options, while she still didn't trust our hero she was certainly not in a posistion to argue. In her mind she could always just steal the Humvee to get away in, even if she was running away from a large supply of food, even if it was mostly MRE's.
"Out front!"
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Two more zombies would fall, 5 more would show their ugly faces. This was a losing battle.
Exiting the back of the Mess hall through the loading dock door he takes a moment to scan his surroundings, trying to find something...anything to put a stop to the advancing horde hot on his tracks. Nothing that can be used to his advantage, a heavy sigh escaping his lips that is quickly covered up by his ragged breath and booming blasts of his pistols.
"ROUND FRONT! ROUND FRONT!"
He would call out to the two women, who would quickly head towards the side of the massive building, the little girl running as fast as her tiny legs would allow. With more room to run our valiant hero would holster one of his five-sevens, taking the time to secure it so he can run without fear. Quickly catching up to the family he scoops up the little girl in his arm, cradling her against his chest while routinely checking behind him. The mother shoots him a look of death and fear all in one as she trains sweetness on him.
"GO! GO!"
"PUT HER DOWN!" The woman would call out to him which causes him to give her a look that screams 'Bitch are you serious?'. "MOVE! MOVE!" He screams at her both adults picking up the pace.
Reaching the front of the mess hall he can see his Humvee, still safe...still sound. Reaching it within a minute he puts the girl down as he begins to grab his keys, rummaging through his pockets as he tries to remember which one he put them in. Behind him he hears Sweetness cry out, death screaming from her firey lips. The woman is an ok shot, but ok doesn't cut it these days. If only he had his baby in his arms he would make short work of them, at least shorter work. With his keys retrieved he unlocks the drivers door jumping in as he unlocks the back door. "COME ON!"
The engine roars to life as mother and child scramble into the back. Once secure he presses the pedal to the mawfuckin metal, the Humvee pulling ahead with all its power. "Everyone alright? Everyone good?" He takes a moment to glance in the back as the mother comforts the daughter nodding her head to him. "Cool...coolcoolcool." Turning his attention back to the road a girlish scream fills the interior as two dead men slam into the front, blackened blood spraying across the windshield. The scream persists for a few seconds afterwards before he is finally able to regain his composure.
Clearing his throat after his rather girlish scream he pulls up near the hangers bringing the Humvee to a complete stop. Turning back to the family in the rear of the vehicle he takes a moment to check them out. "Everyone ok? Everyone good?"
"Yeah, we're alright, but why did you stop?"
"Well I didn't know what you wanted to do. You were rather adament about me not messing around so I figured I would check with ya before I just keep on trucking. Don't want to get shot in the back..then again that would be a bad idea while I was driving but you know what I mean." He would turn his head back around looking all around to see if there was any zombies comming. He would turn on the wipers trying to get the blood off of the windshield while he listened to the woman.
"I know we started off on the wrong foot but thank you for helping us. It's just been..."[/b] She would trail off and he would bring his gaze back to them.
"I understand, it is a crazy world. Just next time...you got a little girl to worry about and here I am, a brother in full gear announcing himself as the Marines..I understand that can be some scary shhh...uuhhgar...sugar...yeah." He would catch himself before saying another profanity, the woman would chuckle at his obvious slip up.
"I couldn't risk it...you could have been one of Peters men...he has lots of them. I've had to hide from them for a while now." Our hero would nod his head but wouldn't push the subject. He could tell that this woman had seen the worst of men and monsters alike, a tough situation for anyone to be put through. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for a mother.
"Names Leeroy.." He would extend his hand to the woman. "Nice to meet ya...do you think I could have my gun back? I'll trade ya for one of my pistols." He was still trying to get Sweetness back, he felt lost without her.
The woman looks at Leeroy then to her daughter then to Sweetness before returning to Leeroy and starting the chain all over again. She repeats this process another five times before she finally answers. "What?"[/font color] The woman didn't know how to respond to that. Leeroy had quickly changed the subject and she didn't know how to answer him. She still felt reluctant about giving up "her" gun to the man even if he had just saved the two from the zombie horde.
"I said...my name is Leeroy and could I have my gun back...I'll even trade ya for one of my pistols. It's really awesome, plus you can..." He stops speaking and starts looking around nervously several times before returning to his train of thought. <b>"plus you can use it better while protecting your daughter...and it's pretty awesome..."[/b]
The woman would look at him rather strange."Ummm...I'm Raquel and...I think I will hold onto this assault rifle a little longer. I don't know if this is all a ploy to bring me back to Peter."
"Listen I'm not going to sugar coat it. I'm a lot better shot with it than you are. Unless you've spent time in the military..which I have...I'm not saying you haven't...but I kinda feel ya haven't. Forgive me if I am wrong." The woman wouldn't respond at all, she would merely look at her daughter. "Listen if I was going to kill you I would have done it already. If I was going to bring you back to this "Peter" that you speak of" Leeroy would use air quotes when saying Peter. "I would have taken your daughter and used her as leverage. Let us get that out of the way." The two females would stare at him wide eyed. "Not that I would...ok...am just going to take my foot out of my mouth now and go back to driving. But seriously...we should trade guns...just saying."
"Just drive."[/font color] Leeroy would throw up his hand before returning to the wheel and pulling away. "Where to Miss Daisy?.." The woman wouldn't get the reference which Leeroy kinda felt bad about but hey that was the downside to using jokes to eleviate the tension if they didn't connect it turned into something pretty stupid. He would get his humvee in motion heading towards the entrance to the base. "It's a shame that I didn't get any of that food, sure would have come in handy." Once again the passangers would remain quiet which he didn't seem to mind. Once on the highway his hand would find his iPod, flicking it on. "Hope ya don't mind me playing some music, it helps me clear my head after having a bad day which I would say we just had...especially me, you whooped my ass good girl. Damn!" He would inspect his swollen face in the rear view mirror.
"So...where are we headed? And what are all these crates back here."[/font color] Leeroy would check the map sprawled across the passanger seat up front. "Well we have a few choices, either Harrington or Milford and then we would go from there, however I am going to pick Harrington as I don't like the name Milford and Harrington reminds me of the Beatles member George Harrington."
"That's Harrison, George Harrison was in the Beatles."
"Oh....huh....you sure? I swear it was Harrington."
"Yeah...I'm sure."
"Ah...well I still don't like the name Milford, so Harrington it is." Raquel wouldn't bother asking why he disliked the name as it was becomming somewhat clear to her that Leeroy wasn't playing with a full deck of cards. First Ghost Zombies and now this...
"Whew....what a dump." The scene was as ugly as he proclaimed, the base was trashed. While many buildings still stood there was wreckage all over the place. The perimeter fence rended along its stretch, the remaining planes either in peices or heaps. Driving through a gaping hole in the fence he enters the runway. First stop was the hangers, then to find the armory, then the mess hall and last but not least the hospital. This wasn't like a normal stop. His last discovery had put him on edge. That facility was probably tied to this one, which means there was a good chance that it was still populated. So far no one had emerged, but it could be an attempt to lure him into a false sense of security as well as out of the humvee.
Pulling up to the first hanger he notices the fact that the doors are all but removed from it, the tattered remains hanging limply. Grabbing Sweetness he takes several deep breaths before removing the key from the ignition. Pocketing them, his door is opened and he steps out.
"Looks like its fun'o'clock..."
Dropping low beside the humvee he scans the interior of the hanger with diligence. There was no way he wanted to run into a stupid situation, it wouldn't take much to turn this into a cluster fuck and then no one wins. Seeing that the area is clear he moves forward ever so slowly. Reaching the hanger doors he peers inside, it looked worse than the outside. Bodies were strewn across the floor mutilated in various ways though they shared one commonality. They were all horrible deaths. Large peices of flesh were missing from their bodies, bullets and bites the reasons behind so.
Moving forward it was as quiet as a crypt, his footfalls echoing around the open space. The first body he comes across is not a soldier, the plain clothes throw him off. Gives him more things to be afraid of. The second and third bodies are military men, though they yeild only two m4 mags. Their guns are not as nice as sweetness, he could not replace her anyways. He stops mid way of grabbing the second mag when he thinks he hears a noise. Like a deer in the wild he freezes after snapping his head around towards the sound. His heart starts running.
All clear. Nothing there. The mag is pocketed and he returns to his search.
He traverses deeper into the hanger, finding more bodies but nothing else of use to him. More poorly kept M4's but no ammo, pistols in worse shape than the rifles. Nature has a funny way of gumming up the works if you don't take proper care of guns. The large splotches of blood that have seeped into the small nooks and crannies and have dried over a long period of time does nothing to help either. He could have picked up a few pistol clips off them all, maybe 3 in total but they were the wrong caliber for what he used so he leaves them behind...at least for a few minutes. He is almost half way through the hanger before he turns around, he isn't in a posistion to pass up anything free, despite it potentially being useless to him in the long run.
"What the fuck?!?" The surprise in his exclamation is easily detected. Standing some 40 feet from him are three zombies, shambling slowly towards him. He didn't understand what was going on. He had just come from there. Had just checked and looted from bod.."No..way..." His thoughts are cut off by his words as the zombie on the left sparks recognition within his brain. "It can't be..."
Sweetness screams with his confusion, controlled bursts flying forth from her steel muzzle. He didn't know if this was real or not, but he was going to find out. The first burst impacts against torso, the second one goes right for the throat. The zombie crumples to the ground its spinal cord having been severed. While it was not dead..er it had lost control of its motor functions, the signals its brain fires not reaching anything below its chin. Another burst is loosened from Sweetness this one striking the zombie that he recognized, the man he had been laying dead just moments ago, the zombie crumples as his third eye is poked out. Leeroy would feel relief if it wasn't for the slow rise of four more zombies. The bodies he had checked had not remained dead. How was he afforded such time? Why didn't they strike earlier? So many questions. Not enough time.
Two down, five to go. With the closest zombie a mere 15 feet away he must act quickly. The first order of business is to turn around quickly and make sure there was no zurprise, a zombie surprise, waiting for him. Relief fills his body as he doesn't see any, bringing his focus back to the zombie whom is just under ten feet and slowly closing. Sweetness cries out again, protecting her man, her red eye finding a home atop of the closest zombies head.
Baaaarrraaat. Baaaaraaatt.
More controled bursts are set free. The one really great thing about these zombies is that they are slow and dumb. Marines hone their skill like a samurai perfects the edge of their sword. Four bursts for three zombies, not an ideal amount but being point blank really helps. Once again his victory is cheapened by fate. Two zombies left but he had enough rounds to fire one normal burst and one burst of two bullets. His only choices are to switch to single fire or reload the clip. Each one presents a problem.
RRRRWWAARRRLLLLWLLLWLLWLWLWLW
The emergence of a necrotic moan behind him only creates more confusion. He had to think fast and act even faster.
Letting go of Sweetness his hands cross over his chest as if he was going to hug himself. Self love was not his goal nor the interest in his actions, the two pistols cradled beneath his shoulders are his target. The five-sevens are drawn quickly his body twisting around so that each arm is facing a different way. "Aw hellll nah..." He was expecting to see one zombie behind him, not three, which left him with only one real choice. Stepping towards the smaller number of zombies he starts blasting his gats. They don't get turned sideways nor are they fired rapidly. Each shot is measured, he doesn't rush them at all. Seven shots empty from each clip before the zombies go down, leaving him to turn around to face the others.<br><Br>They were gone. The zombies that appeared behind him were gone. His heart begins to race, beads of sweat begin to condense on his brow. "Where did they go? Where did they go?" He voices his concern yet finds no answers.
Freak out in 3..2..1..
His eyes go wide as he starts turning and spinning frantically, his pistols remaining raised as he scans for the zombies that he had just seen.
They were there.
He had seen them.
Didn't he?
Minutes fall off the clock, his distress growing at a feverish pace, his heart races. His breaths come and go quickly, his eyes don't stay still. He looks everywhere and anywhere. Every dark space, every illuminated area. He even double checks the bodies that he has just riddled with bullets. They were dead and more importantly they were in the right spots. He could see the trauma he had caused which made them real. But the three zombies that were attempting to sneak up behind him had disappeared as quickly as they had made their presence known. Placing the pistol in his left hand back into its holster he proceeds to rub his face several times.
"They were real. They had to be. I saw and heard them. They were right there!" He would point to the spot with the end of his pistol he pointed at things he wished to die. "Where the fuck did they go? Zombies just don't disappear into thin air. They defy a lot of realities laws but they don't fucking do that. Right? Right. They have to be around here. I just haven't found them. Or maybe...maybe I blacked out and killed them, combat and fear can mess with your perceptions. Yeah, that must be it. Just got a bit of the jitters and it made me forget that I shot them.....yeah...right."
He couldn't face the truth, couldn't admit that it was getting worse. That they might have been right. They had to be there. He refused to believe that they were just his mind playing tricks on him, delusions that seem so real that he thinks they are. He couldn't face the realization of what his future holds in store for him if they are that vivid at this point in time. Was he going crazy? "Shit...who isn't?"
With his semi-nervous breakdown fading away the pistol in his right hand is also returned to its holster before Sweetness is returned to his hands. A quick clip change, the old one replacing the fresh one as it still held bullets. When he was safe he would deal with it in the proper fashion but for now he had to move on. If those zombies were real then there was no telling when they would be back.
Pushing past the spot that they had appeared in he breaths in and out slowly, calming his heart, focusing his brain, keeping a grip on reality.
While he still could.
The first hanger is cleared, nothing else of use is found. This salvage mission was not turning out as well as he figured it would. It was also not the shit storm that he had felt it would be either so that was definitely a plus. He would take this turn out even with the freaky ghost zombies. Stepping into the next hanger he comes up empty again. This hanger is more empty as well as destroyed than the first one. He couldn't even get to the next section due to the immense damage that had been done. One out of three wasn't bad. He could deal with those odds.
Returning to his humvee ever vigilant for the potential return of the ghost zombies he finds everything is as it should be. There is no mass of undead waiting for him, there is no sign of the ghost zombies and definitely no sign of people. Climbing back into the beast he turns it over proceeding to the next area that he would explore: The Mess hall. Food was something that he did not a lot of so the more he could find the better. His intimate and familiar knowledge with how the military operated gave him solace that the food he would find if there was any would have a long shelf life. The military was known for being cheapskates whenever possible. Their food was no exception. With his thoughts turning to food his stomach starts to growl in response.
"Shhhhh here have some jerky" NOM NOM Jerky.
The drive to the Mess hall took some time, he didn't know the lay out of the base that well so he had to resort to the hit or miss tactic...which of course was military code for guessing. With nearly an hour lost on this little venture he couldn't say it was a complete loss in his search he had managed to find the hospital as well as the central offices which would no doubt yeild more detailed maps. While he had considered stopping at them first he felt that he needed to get his priorities straight first. If he was going to risk an incursion he was going to make sure it was damn well worth it and obtaining food just happened to be high on his "to do" list. It was up there with Halle Berry but he was pretty certain that ship had sailed...but a man could hope.
Pulling up to the curb in front of the Mess Hall he checks his surroundings for any potential zombies or even worse, ghost zombies. The lack of movement did not settle his nerves like it should have, his mind was pulling him towards the events that transpired not to long ago in the hanger. It had been real quiet in there at the start and it turned into a shit show, he did not want a repeat performance. Unable to do anything about it he exits the humvee once more, making sure to lock it as he always does. He didn't think zombies could drive but he wasn't certain of it even though his concern was more towards the human factor and the surprises it always brings.
"Nice and easy this time, no need to get violent" It was hard to tell if he was talking to himself or to Sweetness as he held her proudly. Reaching the door he opens it slowly, allowing the insides to enter his full view. He would remain still as he peered in not crossing the threshhold that seperated the outside from the in. "Here we go....."
The foyer was large, double doors on either side leading towards the eating areas. The single door that lay before him no doubt lead to the private rooms often used for wedding receptions and other party needs. He would check left then right then back to left. Checking the right one last time he slowly moves through the doors on the left, making sure to glance backwards every so often. The hall was empty, aside from the extremely thin layer of dust it had been kept rather tidy. The more he pushed into it the more apparent the newly lack of upkeep became to him.
"Hmmmmmmm" His intrigue was expressed but nothing more would be said on the matter. He would however think the shit out of this situation. Had this been a base that had been experimenting with the virus? It would explain the sleeping zombies, the ghost zombies, the recently abandoned mess hall, the fact that not all the zombies were military clothed and of course the interesting underground facility he found not to far from here. If that was the case was he at more risk to being exposed? Was he exposed already? He would stop dead in his tracks as he would ponder this fact. What was more important? Obtaining food or not being exposed to a super strain of the outbreak?
"Dammmmnnn...wellllll...guess I'm already screwed so might as well keep looking. Though if I see one evil looking laboratory I am so outta here." He would pause suckin his lip in disappointment. "This is some bull shit." His mind made up he would continue towards the kitchen, now supra paranoid, supra being on a higher level than super.
Pushing the door to the kitchen inward with his left hand, Sweetness was held high her butt pressed against him. Look left, then right and back to the left, check. Step inwards to the right turning left while letting go of the door, check. Scan behind one more time, check. "Clear." His training would take over, the aftermath of his supposed PTSD, his minds regression to simplification in order to cope. The hallway to the back was clear to him, he could see all the way down it till it became a T. As long as he didn't run into any more ghost zombies he was going to be alright. His sweep of the kitchen is quick, thorough, and disappointing. Mere spices lay on the shelves. Nothing he could use with his somewhat limited cooking skills. He would have to venture down the hall. He really wasn't cool with that.
Reaching the junction he would check his corners as he always does, sane or otherwise. He is a true product of military training. From attending military to school all the way to the real deal. The lessons had been drilled into him. Seeing one leads to another door and the other seems to be a stockroom he picks the more obvious of the two.
"Sweet Jesus...would you look at that." His words were packed full of awe. He had hit the mother load. Before him sat months worth of food. MRE's, canned goods, flour and shit he couldn't even pronounce. "I'm going to need a bigger tru..Unhh.." His word is cut off and replaced with a grunt as his head explodes with pain that makes a clanging sound when it hit him. Falling to his knees he twists himself to look around but collapses just as his gaze is about to meet his assailant. The bloodied pair of combats is the only peek he gets and the last one before the world goes black.
The world comes back into focus as it feels like he is drowning. His eyes open up as he tries to swim but can't move his arms or legs that well with them being cuffed. A few more seconds of panic before the world returns to it's normal view instead of the dazed and disoriented one it was. He wasn't drowning, he was sitting down of the ground and there was someone standing before him.
"How many more are there?"
"Wha..what? How many more what?"
"How many men are with you?" The woman before him was finally processed by his brain as being a woman, he thought he was still all fucked up from being struck in the back of the head. "Waiiiitttt a second. You're a chi..." She punches him in the face before he can finish his sentance. "Owwww...what the fuck was that for?"
"You didn't answer my question. If you don't answer it this time, I'm going to kick your fucking balls in. Do you understand?"
"Holy shit! Yeah, I got you. There are no more, I came here alone. If there was anyone else with me there would be at least one other person with me when I entered the kitchen. The buddy system saves lives." The woman raises her foot and he tries to prepare himself for the blow as best he could. "It's the truth. Staff Sergeant Leeroy Jenkins, US Marines. 3213324." Her foot lowers. He breathes a mighty sigh of relief.
"Next question. What are you doing here? Does Peter know I am here?"[/b] The woman would soften her steely gaze as fear crepted into her. Of going back to what she was. To those men and the pain they inflicted upon her.
"I assure you that I have no fucking clue as to whom you are speaking of. I'm just here to gather some supplies if possible. Was driving by, saw the base, so I decided to try my luck. So far I've fought zombies both regular and ghost variety and then to top it all off I get hit in the back of the head with...a pipe? Wrench. Thank you. A wrench and then if that wasn't bad enough you were gonna stomp on my balls. This is offically the worst idea I have ever had. Seriously, worst one." The woman doesn't say a word, she merely stares at him as he rambles.
"Why should I believe you? What proof do you have?"[/b] She breaks her silence, composure regained. Stepping towards Leeroy he is left speechless. There was nothing he could offer her for proof. He was was fubar'd.
"Listen there isn't anything I can say or do to proof this. So if you are going to do something then just fucking do it. Stop wasting time. Just promise me you'll take care of her, she's trusty and won't ever fail ya as long as you show her love and tenderness."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Take care of who?"
"Nevermind...just get it over with. I really don't have all day, specially when ghost zombies could be lurking. How long have those been around by the way? I'm assuming that you have lived here for some time. Are they like predator zombies that cloak and shit? Wait..no...that wouldn't make much sense." The woman is left speechless once more. That was the second time he had mentioned ghost zombies to her and she was starting to wonder what in the hell a ghost zombie could be. Was he crazy? She was starting to think so which did not bode well for the restrained man before her.
"Ghost zombies? Are you drunk..or high even? What is a ghost zombie?"
"No m'am I am neither drunk nor high. They cloud the mind, out here you have to be sharp. On point. What do you not get about a ghost zombie. It's a zombie that is a ghost. What were they researching here?" He was rather suprised his balls or face had not been smashed in yet but that was just fine with him. Gave him that much longer to think of a way out of this situation. He Wasn't having much luck in that department either.
"I have no idea what they were researching here if anything. As for the ghost zombie thing. There is no such thing, you are high or you're crazy. Either way I don't care, you can't be working for Peter as he would never employ a person like you. However that does not change your situation at all. I'm afraid I can't let you go, so what to do with you? Put a bullet in head? No. Don't need to attract them. Hrmm."
"You could just let me go, that'd be awesome. So not happening. Well not with that attitude."[/b] He still wasn't sure if she was in the ball kicky mood. But she hadn't so far so that ment something.
His unnamed assailant would pace back and forth several times, his eyes wouldn't leave her. "Listen you really only have three choices here. Kill me, knock me out and either kill me later or set it up so I die or let me go and I leave you the fuck alone. I don't mean to be a bother but could you hurry up and pick one? I only push this matter because if you choose to let me go, which would be awesome, I still want it to be daylight when I get out of here. And no offense m'am but you don't look like the type to kill unless really threatened which I obviously am not doing nor have I the entire time I've been here. I really don't care that you're here nor will I tell anyone. This is your place, gotcha, I'll move on. Just as long as I get my gun back before I go I'm cool."
"There is no way in hell am I giving you your gun back. I'm not stupid, you can't trick me that easily." She cuts him off, stepping into hit him again though she stops as he cringes. Opening his eyes slowly he sees that she hasn't hit him so he pipes up once more. "Well obviously you would give me my gun back empty. Hell you can have all the clips on me, I don't care. I just want my gun back...you know...assuming you let me go. Which once again, would make you super awesome...umph" She hits him again, another punch to the face, his left eye already starting to swell a little.
"Or..just keep hitting me..that's co-UMPH..ol too." One more fist to face attack from her.
"Say one more word and I'll kick your balls in for real."
"Fuck.."
Unable to help himself from expelling words from his lips he awaits the world of pain that was promised to him for making such a transgression. The womans right foot arches backwards and he prepares for the worst. When her foot collides with his body he is left feeling rather surprised. She did not kick his junk in, instead she resulted to kicking him in the chest. His world is set ablaze with pain regardless, his words being sucked away by the coughing fit that ensues. Falling over on to his side as he hacks up a lung the woman takes this opportunity to speak to him without getting any sort of rebuttal from him, or so she hopes.
"You just had to say something didn't ya? If I didn't want to be able to move you easily I would have kicked your balls into your throat but I think my point got across anyways...am I correct?" He would nod his head as his coughs started to subside. "That's a good boy..oh...I didn't mean boy cause you're black...I'm not racist or anything. I meant it more like a dog.."[/font color] She trails off as she realizes calling him a dog isn't exactly proving that she isn't racist. He would have a comment for this moment but figured he would keep his mouth shut for once seeing as the woman that is beating him is now concerned about sounding like a racist.
"S'all good...I knew what you meant."
"Oh good...cause I do not want you to think that I am doing this to you based on the color of your skin. I just can't trust you cause you know you're talking about ghost zombies. Even if you were white I would still act the same way."[/font color] She gets defensive but not the "is trying to hide it" kind of defensive. No hers is more of a "nervous rambling" kind.
"That's good to know....at least you aren't racist. So....how about you hook a brother up? You know you wanna..."
She responds by pressing Sweetness against the side of his head, her mouth pressing into his flesh in a cold kiss. He closes his eyes and waits for the sweet serenity that is sure to follow. While he felt rather pissed that he was going to be done in by her he was somewhat glad that Sweetness would be the one to end it. He waits for what seems like minutes, his heart racing but the cold kiss is lifted from his skin. He opens his eyes slowly expecting to see the woman grinning down at him, smirking about the sense of fear that she is instilling in him. However she is doing no such thing, instead of a grin there is a shocked look spread across her face. She isn't even looking at him, instead her head is turned to the side as he quickly does the same, following her line of sight. What his eyes behold he was not expecting. A small child no more than 5 years in age is staring at the both of them with eyes of the palest blue color. Golden strands splash against her dirt covered face. The little girl says nothing, does nothing, she just stares. The woman lets Sweetness fall to the side, the situation becomming all to clear in his mind. She wouldn't, she couldn't display any violence in front of the child. He respected her integrity but that really didn't help him get out of his bonds.
"Not to interrupt this touching moment..but...do you think you could let me go now? I see why you have acted the way you have and I don't blame ya, I really don't, but I would really like to be on my way no.."
Several loud groans cut off his speech, as all eyes turn towards the direction of the sound. The woman who holds his gun begins to tremble slightly, the little girl backing away slowly as fear begins to grip her small frame.
"Listen, this would be a really good time to let me go unless you two want to deal with whatever the hell made that sound. I pray to god it is not a bunch of god damn Ghost Zombies or we are all fucked. Ooops...sorry.." He would apologize for the profanity but the situation was growing dire. The woman would leave him going towards the little girl, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her away. The little girl then begins to do something odd, telling her mommy that she can't leave the man there, that it wasn't good. Begging the woman to be a good mommy.
The woman at first ignores the little girls pleas but the child becomes more and more insistant. Again the groans of the dead echo into the area, no doubt drawn to the scent of blood that is escaping his body. Cursing loudly the woman quickly returns to our hero, unbinding him while keeping Sweetness trained on him.
"If we make even the smallest wrong move I will shoot you and leave you to the zombies. We clear?"
"Hey no problem, I want to get out of here as much as you do." With his hands free he quickly gets to his feet his hands slipping to his five-sevens withdrawing them quickly. "Lead the way, I'll cover ya." A loud crash is born as the barred door is smashed inwards, the scent of death and decay seeping into the room. He raises his pistols one after another firing a round from one before he lowers the pistol as the other one rises to take its place starting the process over. Loud bangs echo around them as he screams out. "GET MOVING! GET YOUR DAUGTER OUT OF HERE!"
The woman and child begin moving as quickly as they can. Leeroy following behind them several feet away, firing his pistols off as his shots hit dead flesh again and again.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
"MINE? You're the one that made bleed! What do you think is attracting them! But nevermind that! Less talk more rock! Let's get the fuck outta here!"
Weaving through the building his vision swinging back and forth from the two people he was trying to protect and the zombie horde slowly gathering. Each time he would put one down it seemed like more were ready to take its place. Where were they comming from? He definitely had not seen that many bodies on his way in, was this a property of ghost zombies? The ability to produce quickly? He couldn't tell. The last round would be fired from his second pistol causing him to holster one whilst changing the others mag. He would then repeat the process but with the opposite pistol calling out as he did. "Boy, it sure would be nice to have an assault rifle right now!"
"The option to shoot you in the back is still available to me!"
"Yeah it is but that wouldn't slow them down and I doubt you want your daughter to see you shoot someone in the back in cold blood..." The woman has no retort to his statement, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Listen! If we can get to my Humvee we can get the hell outta here!" His words come in between the slow booms of his gun shots. He wasn't in a real hurry to blast them as he knew he had to be smart about it. While the five-sevens were a powerful pistol they were still a pistol and couldn't spray like Sweetness could.
"And where is that?"[/b][/font color] The woman was running out of options, while she still didn't trust our hero she was certainly not in a posistion to argue. In her mind she could always just steal the Humvee to get away in, even if she was running away from a large supply of food, even if it was mostly MRE's.
"Out front!"
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Two more zombies would fall, 5 more would show their ugly faces. This was a losing battle.
Exiting the back of the Mess hall through the loading dock door he takes a moment to scan his surroundings, trying to find something...anything to put a stop to the advancing horde hot on his tracks. Nothing that can be used to his advantage, a heavy sigh escaping his lips that is quickly covered up by his ragged breath and booming blasts of his pistols.
"ROUND FRONT! ROUND FRONT!"
He would call out to the two women, who would quickly head towards the side of the massive building, the little girl running as fast as her tiny legs would allow. With more room to run our valiant hero would holster one of his five-sevens, taking the time to secure it so he can run without fear. Quickly catching up to the family he scoops up the little girl in his arm, cradling her against his chest while routinely checking behind him. The mother shoots him a look of death and fear all in one as she trains sweetness on him.
"GO! GO!"
"PUT HER DOWN!" The woman would call out to him which causes him to give her a look that screams 'Bitch are you serious?'. "MOVE! MOVE!" He screams at her both adults picking up the pace.
Reaching the front of the mess hall he can see his Humvee, still safe...still sound. Reaching it within a minute he puts the girl down as he begins to grab his keys, rummaging through his pockets as he tries to remember which one he put them in. Behind him he hears Sweetness cry out, death screaming from her firey lips. The woman is an ok shot, but ok doesn't cut it these days. If only he had his baby in his arms he would make short work of them, at least shorter work. With his keys retrieved he unlocks the drivers door jumping in as he unlocks the back door. "COME ON!"
The engine roars to life as mother and child scramble into the back. Once secure he presses the pedal to the mawfuckin metal, the Humvee pulling ahead with all its power. "Everyone alright? Everyone good?" He takes a moment to glance in the back as the mother comforts the daughter nodding her head to him. "Cool...coolcoolcool." Turning his attention back to the road a girlish scream fills the interior as two dead men slam into the front, blackened blood spraying across the windshield. The scream persists for a few seconds afterwards before he is finally able to regain his composure.
Clearing his throat after his rather girlish scream he pulls up near the hangers bringing the Humvee to a complete stop. Turning back to the family in the rear of the vehicle he takes a moment to check them out. "Everyone ok? Everyone good?"
"Yeah, we're alright, but why did you stop?"
"Well I didn't know what you wanted to do. You were rather adament about me not messing around so I figured I would check with ya before I just keep on trucking. Don't want to get shot in the back..then again that would be a bad idea while I was driving but you know what I mean." He would turn his head back around looking all around to see if there was any zombies comming. He would turn on the wipers trying to get the blood off of the windshield while he listened to the woman.
"I know we started off on the wrong foot but thank you for helping us. It's just been..."[/b] She would trail off and he would bring his gaze back to them.
"I understand, it is a crazy world. Just next time...you got a little girl to worry about and here I am, a brother in full gear announcing himself as the Marines..I understand that can be some scary shhh...uuhhgar...sugar...yeah." He would catch himself before saying another profanity, the woman would chuckle at his obvious slip up.
"I couldn't risk it...you could have been one of Peters men...he has lots of them. I've had to hide from them for a while now." Our hero would nod his head but wouldn't push the subject. He could tell that this woman had seen the worst of men and monsters alike, a tough situation for anyone to be put through. He couldn't imagine what it would be like for a mother.
"Names Leeroy.." He would extend his hand to the woman. "Nice to meet ya...do you think I could have my gun back? I'll trade ya for one of my pistols." He was still trying to get Sweetness back, he felt lost without her.
The woman looks at Leeroy then to her daughter then to Sweetness before returning to Leeroy and starting the chain all over again. She repeats this process another five times before she finally answers. "What?"[/font color] The woman didn't know how to respond to that. Leeroy had quickly changed the subject and she didn't know how to answer him. She still felt reluctant about giving up "her" gun to the man even if he had just saved the two from the zombie horde.
"I said...my name is Leeroy and could I have my gun back...I'll even trade ya for one of my pistols. It's really awesome, plus you can..." He stops speaking and starts looking around nervously several times before returning to his train of thought. <b>"plus you can use it better while protecting your daughter...and it's pretty awesome..."[/b]
The woman would look at him rather strange."Ummm...I'm Raquel and...I think I will hold onto this assault rifle a little longer. I don't know if this is all a ploy to bring me back to Peter."
"Listen I'm not going to sugar coat it. I'm a lot better shot with it than you are. Unless you've spent time in the military..which I have...I'm not saying you haven't...but I kinda feel ya haven't. Forgive me if I am wrong." The woman wouldn't respond at all, she would merely look at her daughter. "Listen if I was going to kill you I would have done it already. If I was going to bring you back to this "Peter" that you speak of" Leeroy would use air quotes when saying Peter. "I would have taken your daughter and used her as leverage. Let us get that out of the way." The two females would stare at him wide eyed. "Not that I would...ok...am just going to take my foot out of my mouth now and go back to driving. But seriously...we should trade guns...just saying."
"Just drive."[/font color] Leeroy would throw up his hand before returning to the wheel and pulling away. "Where to Miss Daisy?.." The woman wouldn't get the reference which Leeroy kinda felt bad about but hey that was the downside to using jokes to eleviate the tension if they didn't connect it turned into something pretty stupid. He would get his humvee in motion heading towards the entrance to the base. "It's a shame that I didn't get any of that food, sure would have come in handy." Once again the passangers would remain quiet which he didn't seem to mind. Once on the highway his hand would find his iPod, flicking it on. "Hope ya don't mind me playing some music, it helps me clear my head after having a bad day which I would say we just had...especially me, you whooped my ass good girl. Damn!" He would inspect his swollen face in the rear view mirror.
"So...where are we headed? And what are all these crates back here."[/font color] Leeroy would check the map sprawled across the passanger seat up front. "Well we have a few choices, either Harrington or Milford and then we would go from there, however I am going to pick Harrington as I don't like the name Milford and Harrington reminds me of the Beatles member George Harrington."
"That's Harrison, George Harrison was in the Beatles."
"Oh....huh....you sure? I swear it was Harrington."
"Yeah...I'm sure."
"Ah...well I still don't like the name Milford, so Harrington it is." Raquel wouldn't bother asking why he disliked the name as it was becomming somewhat clear to her that Leeroy wasn't playing with a full deck of cards. First Ghost Zombies and now this...
