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[Pastinator]

Gina heard shout's, a male voice. She rushed to the noise and saw the infected creature. She reached down to get the MP5 off her back. It wasn't there. Thinking back she remebered leavin it on the table. Fuck. Putting her hand to the side she grabbed out her pistol. She fired two shot's one hitting the thing in the chest to the left side, the other just missing the side of it's neck. Her gun clicked. She had forgotten to reload it after the last battle. Seeing the creature coming toward's her she drew her pool cue from her back and thrust as much force as she could into the zombie, pushing it back and slamming it into the wall.

[Bernie]

Bern looked at the zombie, pinned against the wall by a mere pool cue. Taking his chance, Bern pushed past and went off looking for the armory.

"To Hell with this stuff. I'm getting a gun if it's the last thing I do!"

[Ash]

"Wait, come back!" Regina yelled to Bern, as he bolted past her and the floored creature. Fortunately, it wasn't moving too much, so she was able to holster one MP5K, drop the clip of the second and reload, cock the weapon and empty the entire second clip into the bastard at point-blank range before it was able to get back up.

Blood and innards spattered everywhere across the wall and nearby vicinity.

"I think we'll call this one dealt with, eh?" she said, turning and showing the first sign of her humanity to Gina, with a wry smirk. "C'mon, let's see where he's gone. Men..."

She picked up her empty magazine. She might need to refill it, so it was better to have it than to have just dumped it someplace, before running off down the corridor. She unsheathed her Beretta M92F. She was now dry of ammo for her SMGs. Although the ammunition in both firearms was identical, the Beretta clip wouldn't fit in an MP5...and twelve rounds in a spray was worse than twelve rounds aimed right where you want them.

Luckily, Bern didn't bump into any more of them as he found the armoury. It was locked up tight, as was usually the case with a police armoury. Fortunately, shooting out the lock and a good stiff kick were able to knock back the door.

"Good. At least it's not some country bumpkin cop-shop where all they have is a sawn-off. and a nail bat..."

There was plenty of hardware, even a few spare shotties and MP5s. Armed police issue. Fairly appropriate for a city. It was clear, though, that these supplies had been raided prior to the group's arrival. And judging from the mess of rounds scattered everywhere, they'd probably been in a bit of a hurry.

There were a couple of signs of shots being fired in the room, but not of anyone or anything actually being hit. That meant that the one they'd just minced was probably the only one.

Regina set to work stocking up on 9mm Parabellum. She ditched one of her MP5Ks in favour of one of the longer police versions with the retractable stock. The accuracy and range were improved, but they were a little heavier, so she balanced it out by one of each. She also slung one of the three Benelli M1 pump shotguns left in the rack over her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't need to use the damn thing. She knew she was carrying a lot of weight and a lot of firepower, but figured that she could give it to one of the others who hadn't come down. She also figured that blowing these things apart had more of a chance than filling them with little holes.

[Paladin58]

As Titus fulfilled his job as a makeshift medic/flamethrower, he began his march back to the garage, to get back to his task at hand.
"I think that since the whole makeshift surgery is over, I need some grease monkeys down in the garage. Anyone want to et their hands dirty on something other than blood? If you could, please hurry with your decision."
He then leaned up against a doorway, wiping his hands of some of the sweat and grime that were on them, still waiting for volunteers.

(OOC: Could we perhaps get the "Post-Apoc Pimp My Truck going again? Since I heard 'bullet-proof glass', I got twisted ideas... )

[MSpencer]

"Look, this man will be dead in three days if he's lucky. If any of you want him to live, you're going to have to set your fucking priorities straight," Thomas shouted to the remaining people still in the room (I don't remember who is still there...). The "patient" would be lucky if the wound got infected; at least it would show that he was still somewhat alive, but if he wasn't treated with antibiotics and plasma very soon, he would be dead. The infection would be gangrenous within two days, and un-sterile bandages would only greatly speed up the process.
"We need to get to a hospital, or something. Maybe even an emergency shelter, or a pharmacy, anywhere with bandages and prescription medications," he said, pacing about the pool of blood.
"And if we don't do this, he'll be dead... dead... dead..."

[Bernie]

Bern looked around the armoury. He had used a shotgun before, so he decided to pick up one of the two remaining Benelli M1 pump shotguns. "Right...because I know I'll eventually hear the clickin' of an empty gun, I better find a melee weapon to whack some creatures with..."

Bern went over to the other side of the room. There was a steel pipe but it was pretty battered and dented. But it seemed to be the only one worth taking, so he untied his apron and then tied the strings around him and his gun. "Right, I'm guessing we're not staying in this Police Station forever, eh? I mean, as far as I know, those things can break through doors and windows, eh?" Bern let out a short sigh before looking at the red haired woman.

[Ash]

"Here, take this instead," she handed him a riot shield, "these things can take a shotgun blast at point blank, and you can push it forward into anything that gets too close."

She looked around. They'd made a good dent against the supplies of the police armoury. "Shame this place isn't military...we were lucky enough they had a SWAT team here."
What she wouldn't give for P90s. Well, at least she knew they'd have breaching charges. Indeed, in a secure cabinet, that's where they were. Another lock shot out, another access gained. Unlike the videogames she'd once played where people not unlike themselves encountered situations not unlike theirs, she couldn't be bothered to go hunting the place to find the key. Five or six shaped breaching charges. Usually used for breaking doors, they might possibly get to the storm drain. If not, they'd be digging or using battering rams or something.
"Let's go find that basement level

[Bernie]

Bern threw away the steel pipe in favour of the riot shield. "Excellent, I can push 'em back and then blast 'em away!" Bern grinned as he practised shoving those creatures back with the shield. He accidently hit the wall and made a loud bang, which scared him enough to stop practising.

"Right, so we're headin' down eh? You sure our "Rough and Tough" leader would approve of that?" Bern gave a wink before walking towards the red haired woman. "Oh, and by the way, I didn't catch your name?"

[Pastinator]

"Gina," gina stammered. "I've got a little problem here, A FUCKNIG PERSON TRYING TO KILL ME AGAINST THIS WALL!" shouted Gina, strugling to hold the creature to the wall, she couldn't kill it as it required two hand's to hold it there, and she couldn't reach for her gun in case it got her.

((OOC: Wake up call!The zomb's still alive!))

[Paladin58]

(OOC: Looks like I do get to torch a creature! Yay!)

"Gina, on 3, push it off of you as hard as you can. I'm gonna liquify its head," says Titus, seriously, in the direction of Gina, while turning the blowtorch to maximum flame.
"One..."
"Two..."

Edited by Pastinator, 20 September 2006 - 04:32 PM.

[Pastinator]

"Three!"
Gina let go, and the creature fell forward slightly stumbling from the sudden release, but then it recovered within a Quarter of a second, and surged toward's the humans...

Edited by Pastinator, 20 September 2006 - 04:32 PM.

[Paladin58]

...And Titus dive-tackled it while it was in mid-stride, and then pinned it to the ground with his weight and strength.

"Got any last words? I thought not. Night-night..." Titus said as he then held up the blowtorch, now looking more like a flamethrower, and jammed it in its face.

"There, creature down," said Titus as he then gets up, as the creature's right side of the skull is a burnt mass of carbon and ash.

Edited by Pastinator, 20 September 2006 - 04:40 PM.

[Pastinator]

"Thank's there" Gina said to Titus,"Iif it wasn't for you, i don't think i could have held on longer, i probally would be in the same position Niall is now, and that's something i never want to happen to me!"

((OOC: i edited your post nology to make it past tense, sorry for being a grammar freak, i also edited your last post to make it it written numbers, not digits *blush*))

[Ash]

"Regina," Regina had said to Bern before the whole hassle had kicked off. She had dashed outside and had been almost immediately repulsed by the stench of roasting mort flesh.
"Delightful," she said, looking over to Titus as she lowered her weapon to her hip again. "Why wasn't I invited to the barbecue?"

She was secretly more perturbed that the creature had been able to survive a good sixty bullet holes riddling its body with full combat effectiveness. She'd have to make sure to actually blow it apart in future. Now was a time she could really see fit to give her right arm for a 7.62 rifle.

[Paladin58]

"No problem. I help when I can. Now, Thomas, I believe there is a hospital nearby, I bet that on the upper floors the creatures haven't ransacked anything yet. I'll drive there, if you want to come with me, then just say the word. I guess the truck can wait for now. We need to get Niall some antibiotics and sterile bandages, right?" Said Titus, again wiping filth off of his arms, this time from the now-completely dead creature on the floor.

"I figure you know more about medicinal items than I do, so it'd be a wise choice if you came with me."

"And, Regina, if you wanted to join in on the barbecue, all you had to do was ask."

Edited by Nology5890, 20 September 2006 - 04:57 PM.

[Bernie]

Bern had followed Regina through to the 'Happy Event'. "Sweet mother of mercy...is that one of those things?!" Bern covered his nose, the odour was putrid. He poked it with his shotgun, if it had surrvived all those bullets from Regina, it might've lived through the blowtorch. Thankfully, it was dead now.

Bern then looked towards Titus. "You'll need more than two people. I mean, if this is what the Police Station is like, I'd hate to see the rest of the city." Bern sighed and rested the riot shield against his left leg...

[Paladin58]

"True, Mr. ... Uh, I haven't learned your name yet. I was too busy turning this creature's face into KFC," said Titus with a small grin, and extended arm for a handshake.

[Bernie]

Bern accepted the handshake. "The name's Bernado, but my friends call me Bernie." Bern returned his gaze to the grilled-creature before releasing Titus' hand. "You are...?"

[Ash]

I'll never look at a KFC again...

((OOC: Sorry, since we're in a charrie dev spell I figured I had to say it now rather than later ))

[Paladin58]

"The name's Titus, friend. Local mechanic and pyromaniac. And, that is a good idea. We'll take Niall's Olds over to the hospital, and grab supplies from the upper floors. Who all wants to come?"