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[gorshnac]

Jeff heard darkman's yell for cover. He ran to his rifle and ripped it out of the wall.

Damn I hate how slow this thing is to reload. I'm only goign to have one shot. I better make it count

Darkman ran towards the doors and Jeff watched the shamblers around him. One was about to take a chunck out of Darkman's neck when Jeff fired. Blood spurted everywhere as the infected fell to its knees.

Now which pocket did I leave the extra ammo in

occ: was that god moding?

Edited by gorshnac, 31 October 2007 - 12:17 AM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Nope, your cool as I was running towards the door already

[Copaman]

*Click click*
FUCK it's empty... but it worked...

"Right. The door. On my way!"

He ran towards Darkman and this Jeff? fellow. On his way, he spit out the empty clip and put a new one in in one smooth motion. "I'll cover. You get set with the doors."

((As to the reload motion... watch the first Angelina Jolie Tomb Raider. While she's fighting the giant 6-armed rock thingy, she runs out of ammo and spits out the clips... and then reloads from a rack dropped from her backpack. Time Elapsed - about 4 seconds. Now, I don't have a clip rack in a backpack, but you get the idea.))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Cover you?! With what?" Gary yelled as he punched an infected through the face. He gave his door a quick barge, then pulled back to grab the crate. He wedged it up against the door and grunted. 'That oughta do it'

[Paladin58]

While dismantling undead, Titus yells out "A simple crate isn't going to do it! Get more, and stack them, fill them with crap! They need to be heavy!" He goes back to smashing walking corpses in the jawline for a moment, then yells out "And, while you're at it, throw *crunch* a monkey wrench or *POW!* something. I think I've *BAM!* gone and *SMASH!* broken my hand!"

[southsidediablo]

John continued to slash away at the undead. "I got it! The bodies! Stack the bodies at the door to block it!"

[Copaman]

"Cover me? I don't need cover! I've still got one clip!! Haha!!"

Oh. Shit. One Clip.

"Stack the bodies at the door like he says! It might work! And if anyone else wants to explore this place for some ammo, meet up over here!"

((OOC: We've got to go look for ammo. Else I'm gonna have to do some uber-sniper godmodding to kill all them not zombies seeing as my gun is my only weapon))

[gorshnac]

occ: well that was poor planing

Jeff heard Ryn ask for help.
" I'll go i need some ammo too"
Jeff reloaded his rifle and then threw it over his shoulder. He took the cleaver out of its makeshitft sheath and looked around. He saw a few shamblers left.
This is too easy

He took his cleaver and masterfully carved the muscles of of one of the zombies calfs.

Just like a turkey

[Copaman]

OOC: Naw... it wasn't planning. I had a golf club too, but it was pwnd in the truck crash. And I only started with 8 clips; which is a shit-ton of ammo. But my character is trigger happy.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Yeah I've been trying to push for the room to be clear. And I think it's fair to say this has gone on long enough.

As soon as the crate got to the door, Darkman whipped around began clearing the rest of the shamblers. With the combined gunfire of him and Ryn, the room was rapidly cleared of infected. A ssteady mound of bodies as growing by the main door.

Seeing that the barricading was being taken care of, Darkman walked to the crates. Seeing them marked, he bent down for closer inspection. The name on the crates took him by surprise.

"Yuri Ledrov?" Hey, guys, these crates are Yuri's!" Breaking through the top with the knuckles, a grin spread across Darkman's face.

"Guns. Lots of guns."

OOC: So now's basically a chance to change whatever your starting weapon was, or to restock ammo for previous weapons. Don't go over the top with your new guns though. No taking two SAWs and an RPG or anything like that. Keep it reasonable, and remember we're gonna be going on foot now.

[gorshnac]

Jeff helped finish off the last of the infected. He walked over to the crate and snagged a new rifle. It was alot newer than his was and had clips instead of his single load version. It also had a low- grade scope.

[southsidediablo]

"Alright, everyone stock up on anything and everything." John started going through the crates and picked up a M16A2, along with extra ammo for it and his M9 pistol. "Anyone got a duffel bag? Oh, and maybe a can of spray paint?"

Edited by southsidediablo, 01 November 2007 - 08:10 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC: Darkskul, your timing is immaculate, I was just about to do that
PS Gorshnac, no smileys in IC please. ))

A grin spread across Gary's face.
"Ah, Yuri. Your services will be missed."
Gary loaded up, collecting a small sub-machine gun and a revolver, along with a couple of holsters and an armful of ammo. And a really nasty looking hunting knife.
His sadistic grin spread ever wider.
The next motherfuckers they ran into were gonna pay for it.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman had in the meantime picked himself up a Benelli Nova pump shotgun and an excess of shells; both slug and buckshot. After puzzling for a bit, he decided to keep the Garand for long range, knowing that the real reason was a degree of sentimental attachment to the thing...he'd had it with him a long time now, put it to some good use. He was about to put the Jericho back in his pocket when a Five - seveN with a laser sight caught his eye.

[Paladin58]

"Okay, I guess the guy with the possible broken fist is the most ignorable person in the world..." Titus grumbled. "If there's any one-handed boomsticks, I may need one of those for a while. I don't think I can hold my *pop* Ouch! Yeah, no more pump-action for me." He walked over to join the group, uncoiling the shirt, now soaked in death, from around his arm. "This is Yuri's stuff?"

[Copaman]

((OOC: just to prevent a near-future need of another well stocked warehouse, I'm going to go ahead and summon a big ol camping daypack from one of these boxes. So you know.))

"Aye. This was Yuri's stuff. Now it's ours."

Ryn took one of the crates that said MP7 and broke into it. "These guns aren't just for law enforcement nowadays, I suppose," he muttered to himself.

He pulled out a good amount of clips and put them all in one big pile. He walked over to the next crate and broke it apart, too. Daypacks?
"Hey guys - I found us some good containers. Looks like 3 daypacks. I'll take one... who wants the others? It would be dumb to leave without them."

Ryn quickly walked over to his stash of clips and threw them in the pack he had grabbed. The next crate he walked over to was marked First Aid... Wonder what's in this one...

"Hey - Titus - get over here. I've got a present for the man with the broken hand."

As he spoke, he opened up the pack and threw two first aid kits in.

"And has anyone seen any form of rations?"

[Paladin58]

"Over here, we've got some good-old MRE's, the diet of the infantryman. Let's see here, according to this manifest, here, for main courses, we have 'Chicken Fajita', 'Chili With Beans', 'Meatloaf With Gravy', 'Cheese Tortellini', 'Meatballs with Marinara', and 'Veggie Burger with BBQ Sauce, for the vegetarian in all of us'. I guess it's what a growing man needs. I'm telling you right now, though, I'm not touching the veggie burger," Titus mentioned, while holding the clipboard with the manifest attached. He walks over to Ryn, and held up his arm for inspection.
"You know anything about broken bones? I do, but it's not easy to diagnose doing it yourself. Something about neglecting yourself when you have the knowledge of what's wrong. I might be good if I could get some help."

Edited by Nology5890, 04 November 2007 - 05:09 PM.

[southsidediablo]

"I ain't touchin no veggie burger either....I'll take one of those bags though." John took the bag and started rummaging through boxes. He threw two pistols in the bag and ammo for them and then he opened another box and his face lit up like a kid's on Christmas. "No......friggin......way....." John held up what he found for all to see. "I got flares! Remember how good these things are Darkman?"

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman laughed as he swung the backpack onto his shoulders.

"That was a damn good shot, man." He said, pumping the shotgun.

[Copaman]

"Yea... I know a bit about breaks. Lemme see it."

Ryn pulled out a first aid kit and started pulling out the stuff he thought he would need. Now for a splint... He turned to the nearest box and broke it open with the butt of his gun. The wood shattered into several pieces, and a couple looked like they could serve as a splint.

"This should do it."