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[Pastinator]

((OOC: Oh no, you wont have to rebuild this 'cade, although, theres not much choice in it!))

The Car came carrering towards the barricade, slowly, btu fast enough to knock it down. The two motorcyclists sped faster ahead, pulling out a low bore shtogun and shooting at Gary who had just poked his head out from the top to see them and seemed to be raising an eyebrow.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary ducked down again quickly. That seemed unnecesary. Here he was just trying to be friendly, and all of a sudden everyones trying to kill him. Bloody Hell's Angels, with all their damn bikes, and-
His train of thought was interuppted by another chunk of the barricade being blown off above him.
"Christ!" he yelled, "stop shooting already!!"

[Pastinator]

"Fuck you dicks!" Shouted one of the bikers, pumping the shotgun once more. "We're here for ammo and weapons!" We heard your fucking broadcast and we don't give a shit! We care only bout us bikers, and you guys just get in the way! We need those weapons to survive and you're just getting in the way!" Then, looking at Harvey he shouted "Whatcha looking at nigger? We came for that stuff and we'll get it!"

From around them the horde of shamblers seemed to speed up, and the jeep was crashing around them. They would hit the 'cade soon and then everybody would be dead.

((OOC: By the nigger remark i was trying to show that those people were bad people, i am not racist myself.))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC: Can we shoot these bitches yet? They're beginning to try my virtual patience...))

Gary dived round a small corner of the barricade just in time to avoid the next shotgun shell. He had no idea how those guys were driving their bikes when they were too drunk to shoot him. Maybe they were just complete and utter tards. Gary was happy with that conclusion.

[Blodo]

In all the mess that followed as it usually is everyone forgot about looking to their right to see that Yuri once again has disappeared. He went to the offices looking for more ammo. He had used the three clips he had on all those undead on the street.
- "So my deal blows for reasons still unknown to me - I can understand that."
He threw some papers down from a desk he was passing by.
- "Living dead come out to eat us all alive - OK. But what the hell are these fuckheads doing I can't comprehend."
Walking down the room he walks back out to the backyard to get some more of the 5.56 ammo he left on his last trip.
- "Stupid cop sent his radio message attracting all the low lifes within a few kilometre radius. Guess I'm gonna have to deal with this my way."
Yuri loaded a clip and started climbing over the smashed police car entering the streets. Hiding behind a corner he could see the whole motorcade of bikers stuck up the barricade. He unsafetied the MP5 and sat down waiting for a decent moment...

[Pastinator]

((OOC: sorry if i havn't been clear, you've always been allowed to shoot at them, just don't mention if you hit, ill tell you if you have.! I'll give you three more posts seeing as you didn't realised!))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC: Well, in that case...))

Another shot convinced Gary that enough was enough.
"Right" he said, voicing his thoughts, "That's it."
In one smooth motion, he uncrouched and brought his rifle out above the makeshift battlements.
It's them or me. Them or me.
Gary levelled the gun quickly, and fired several shots off at the bikers.
Time to die, bitches.
He quickly retreated behind the barricade before any of them tried to shoot him again. He didn't see how much damage he caused but was ((hopefully)) rewarded with loud crashing noises.

[Pastinator]

The biker that had previously spoken swerved, the potshots seeming to not be accurate enough to take him down, but someone shooting at him was always something to be worried about. Little beknownst to him the bullets mhad come dangrously close to his head, one would have infact hit him at the top of his skull if it was not for a pothole in the road making him dip a couple of centrimetre. He had been lucky, and something he did know, was in this brave new world, luck didn't last.

((OOC: I'll determine your accuracy on how you make your posts, so describe in deatil what you do, thats everyone, not just fzm.))

[Blodo]

((OOC: I will assume that the bikers are standing still on their vehicles outside of the barricade. ))

Seeing the bikers holding up their weapons at the barricade Yuri decided to act. Using the trash piles around he slowly creeped over to one of the bikes. Suddenly something cold and metal hit the biker lightly on the head, but just hard enough so he can feel it. Before he turned, Yuri already had got his arm and was pointing the MP5 at his head. He slowly leaned to the biker and started talking.
- "This here is a Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun. From my current distance it can blow enough holes in your head to provide steady ventilation straight into your thick skull."
Yuri turned his head to the men in the car.
- "What are you going to do?"

[Pastinator]

"Shoot" shouted the other biker, shooting a whole in his freinds body, with his shotgun, then, pointing it at Yuri he pulled the trigger.

Click.

"Shit" cursed the biker, looking down and reaching for two shells from his belt pouch.


((OOC: no, i just made it so the time was rewinded a little, so the car is still a little further back, three posts further back to be precise, well, two now.Im making the other guy on the bike take the place of the jeep.))

[Blodo]

- "Crap!" - Yuri dived behind the nearby trash cans. That sure worked well. At least partially. Thank his luck the bastard didn't have his barrel loaded.

Without thinking much Yuri extended his MP5 over the bins and let out a blind burst in the bandits' general direction. Looking at Gary who clearly was shitfaced looking at all this, the only thing that came to Yuri's mind was:
- "Don't just sit there for fucks sake, do something!"

[Pastinator]

Yuri's burst of fire shocked the biker, the first few shot's missing him completly. Fortuantly for Yuri his wild aim caused five bullets to hit the biker, one in his leg, one in his head and three in the stomach, causing him to crumple on the floor lifeless.

Nearby the jeep seemed to be much closer, almost aat the barricade, but it didn't seem to be slowing down, more gaining speed.

[Pastinator]

In the back of the jeep Kyle squirmed. He had been bound up with duct tape and bundled in the back of the car. No he could here it jaining speed and the sound of gunfire.

[Ryoga]

In the back of the jeep Kyle squirmed. He had been bound up with duct tape and bundled in the back of the car. No he could here it jaining speed and the sound of gunfire.

Kyle tried to shake himself free to no avail. He had been in here ever since those damn bikers started, and it was getting hot. It was a mixed blessing though, while he had men with guns and a vehicle basically protecting him, he was also bound and at the mercy of the....Zombies? if they did happen to pass. He looked around, or at least tried, he could see his bat bag from baseball practice, if only he could get to it....

He tried, and failed, he just let his head against the floor tried listening. He had heard gunfire from the Bikers, probably not the best thing, considering it would attract more of....them, but after a little while longer he realized that someone was attacking the bikers by the same means. He heard a few shouts, thinking it was the bikers and became worried. Maybe the guys they were fighting were worse? maybe it was smart zombies, like in George Romero's Land of the Dead?! His teeth chattered and he grew cold with sweat. The only thing he could do was wait, wait for his demise. He closed his eyes, maybe if he was asleep it wouldn't be as bad.

No luck, his nerves wouldn't let him sleep, and the gunfire was no help. Kyle Ground his teeth, he tried to shake himself out again, this time more violently, shaking the back of the jeep this time, not caring if they noticed. He wanted to live. After some time he grew tired and decided to rest, though it wasn't truely rest, for his mind kept racing.

(thanks for the intro pastinator, and hey guys.)

[Pastinator]

((OOC: Ok, you guys, i'm making Kyle be the only one aloud to call the zombies zombies, as his character seems to be slightly paranoid aboutn them and it fits, Ryoga btw, the zombies aren't like that at all, but if you keep mentioning other zombie films it will develop the paranoid side of your char ))

[Ryoga]

((OOC: Ok, you guys, i'm making Kyle be the only one aloud to call the zombies zombies, as his character seems to be slightly paranoid aboutn them and it fits, Ryoga btw, the zombies aren't like that at all, but if you keep mentioning other zombie films it will develop the paranoid side of your char ))

((That's the idea, He's watched so many movies and read so many of the books, he only thinks of them as zombies, he hasn't seen much of them yet, but when he get's out and sees more, his demeanor will change.
Sorry for the OOC.))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

At the sound of Yuri's call Gary snapped out of his temporary revery. He brought the rifle round above the barricade again and fired 3 shots, aiming for the man driving the truck. He seriously doubted that they would have bulletproofed the windscreen.

((OOC: So don't try and pull that Pasty, I see your mind! ))

[Pastinator]

The man in the truck saw Gary pop up above the barricade, his rifle pointed at him. he had little time to react when the shot's hit the car. The first shot hit the windscreen and broke it, but missed him. The second shot missed completly , hitting the passenger seat. the third shot hit him just to the left side of his nose, instantly breaking the bone and entering the brain. The bullet then lost enough velocity not to manage to exit the skull, causing it to richochet around his head, liquidizing the contents.

The men on the roof tried to scramble through the hole they had cut in the roof, but to no avail, the speed of the car made it impossible to do anything but hold on for dear life, especially now the body was slumped firmly on the accelerator...

[Blodo]

As the car gained on speed, Yuri suddenly got a quick thought. He neared his head to see the biker truck coming straight at him.
- "What the -"
He jumped to the left landing hard on the pavement trying to dodge the incoming vehicle and trying to crawl as far away from the trash cans as he could.

[Pastinator]

The Truck collided with the barricade, the front of the car crumbling like a pepsi can. The men on top instantly being thrown forward, their necks snapping like twigs. The barricade resisted for a few milliseconds then toppled over, leaving the car park open to attack, with only the sides still intact. The creatures were coming up close now, no time for anyone to rebuild the structure.

In the back Kyle groaned, being knocked unconcious for five seconds. Only the seatbelt strapping him into the back had saaved him from being thrown through the windscreen into a mix of concrete and corrugated iron...