Desert Wasteland - Game Thread

Not knowing what exactly was going on, Will rushes to the front of the Prius, shotgun pointed at the driver, and stood his ground silently, while attempting to avoid further movement from Damien. "Don't get this buggy driver out of your sight. He's a sneaky little rat." he says out loud to Russ and Reed in a way that everyone can hear, while caughting his breath with little difficulty, his shoulders going up and down being the barrel. Then he nods to Damien, observing him.
"It's this guy friendly?"

edited 7th Jun '15 11:21:02 AM by Kyef

Francis had been mostly letting the others take care of things, but when he noticed the zombie horde, he yelled "There's a shit-ton of zombies over here!" and fired off a few shots at the zombies in the front, aiming for their heads.

Sorry for not posting for a while.

"Watcha!" Paco used the lull in the action as an opportunity to swap out his empty magazine for a new one, briefly looking around for anyone (or anything) else before looking back at the lot.

"Ay, papi, think we can take this buggy car thing too, it still running, no?" he said to Damien. "Big damn gun thing means business, be nice for us to have next time some gringos try and jump us like these guys. Or cut out the next zombies we see."

He aimed his gun towards the midsections of the zombie horde, and fired a few bursts to assist Francis.

The Prius seemed to work fine so Damien would have no problems moving it wherever he wanted to. Of course, Will did start screaming at the group, prompting Dyson to come over to him with her axe raised.

"Friendly? Depends on whose side you're on. Which, given that you seem to know about this buggy driver, I'm starting to wonder. Who are you?" Dyson asked Will threateningly. The horde of zombies was thinned out a bit by Paco's and Francis' gunfire so it had bought the group some time before getting out of the immediate area.

The dune buggy had taken quite a few bullets during the skirmish and, therefore, wasn't immediately road worthy. However, it might be possible to fix the thing with the right tools and engineer.

Finally. The leader. Tough this girl could have been easily another secretary or receptionist, judging by her looks.
"Well, I'm on the side of whoever gets out of here alive, and that seems to be you guys. Not for long if it depends on this horde, tough" he pointed at the zombie horde, lowering his gun by the first time. "I'm Will by the way. I used to compete with those guys for supplies around here. Not anymore, huh, Rat?" He turns on his heel with his shotgun held up above his head with both arms, facing the buggy driver as if to make sure nobody would miss him on their gun sights.
He then looks to Dyson. It was almost comical for a pretty girl like her to get caught up in this mess. With much sand, dust and scars, it's almost as if it felt surreal to see what the world has became, it was more like a movie or a photo session with makeup and all. But to believe that woud require too much wishful thinking.
Anyway, was she believing him? Would he believe himself? He mumbled some swearing and threw his shotgun in her direction.
"Uh, hell, I might have just helped your guys some while ago. Just ask about it for scoutboy-Russ and whats-his-friend's-name...my shotgun is my guarantee, low on ammo, tough. Now quick, tell car-jacker-guy to get the fuel from the Camry, we might just leave here with two extra vehicles. This horde is the biggest one I've ever seen in this place. We might just be able to escape, but foraging here won't do us any good for weeks, we must focus on getting out of this place." He unsheathes a survival knife from his leather jacket sleeve "Now if you guys aren't opposed to it, I'll lead an show you the way along with mr. Rat right here on his car." He played with his knife, reflecting sunlight in the guy's eye. "We have many...'happy merry memories' to remember togheter, right, Rat? That's really shameful, you miss your little jackal friends from the 'pain-in-my-ass-squad', huh!?" Anyone with half a brain could see he was sadicly pissed with "Rat", more than anyone could ever pretend to be.
"I'm afraid I'll need someone to remember me to not kill him every 5 seconds. Anyone in the gunner seat would do, but it's probably better if it were you. Also, we need to loot those bodies. Strip them clean, or take them with us if there's no time. You'd be surprised with what those guys are always hiding from each other on them."

edited 8th Jun '15 7:54:54 AM by Kyef

Jonah walks up to Dyson and the others from a alley, limping from a misfired bullet from his pistol. He tries to make it look like someone else shot him.

"Someone could have helped be back there. Nearly got my ass kicked by some lost bandit." He glances at the screaming new kid, annoyed. "The hell are you."

"Rat" shielded his eyes from the glint in Will's blade.

"Look, I barely know who you are you little fucker! Since I know you all are just gonna kill me anyway, I'm gonna at least die happy knowing that y'all will join me shortly." the bandit gloated, spitting at Will's feet. Dyson glared at the man.

"I mean that I'm part of the Sons of the Confederacy. We have a base outside of town that y'all passed. Me and the two guys you killed were on a food supply run and our boys at the base radioed us and told us to keep you guys busy until they arrived. And, it looks like they're on their way now." the bandit smirked, pointing at large group of at least ten vehicles on the horizon outside town.

"Shit!" Dyson swore, frantically racking her brains trying to find a way to stay alive further.

"Me, Darnell, and Reed will grab everything we can from the supermarket and load them in the van. The rest of you, grab any vehicles, weapons, or whatever else you can get and then we need to go. Also, sorry you got shot." Dyson said hurriedly to the group, pausing to apologize to Jonah.

"What about Lou?" Darnell asked, rubbing his face which was now heavily bruised. Dyson looked at her dead bodyguard and sighed.

"Leave him. We don't have time. At least his death was quick." Dyson said quietly, causing the bandit to laugh wildly.

"Yeah his death was quick. Yours sure as hell won't be! A piece of ass like you - my boys will keep you around for a good, long time!" the bandit leered. Dyson didn't even pay him any attention, instead going with her bodyguards to the supermarket to get some food.

The rest of the group had a limited time window to grab whatever they wanted from the car lot before the horde and/or the Sons of the Confederacy arrived. The "Rat" bandit carried a Beretta 92 handgun, while the bandit in the passenger seat carried a Smith and Wesson Model 5906 pistol. The heavy machine gun on the dune buggy was empty but could be detached easily. Everything else on the bandits' person was clothing and personal effects like keychains, wallets, and the like.

"Okay, we oughta make this quick" Will says.
He is acting on a rush.

First, he gets all the keychains and wallets he could. "Carjack guy, can you check the lot from parts? Also, get some gas from the Camry over there. Someone please, check if Lou don't have anything we can use on him. It's harsh, but he'd wanted us to survive with what he had."

Then will puts the salvaged weapons in the van "Somebody can see if the buggy's still working. It's ideal to use the machine gun,l as it is, and it should be quicker than the other bandit cars for it was sent to scout. Russ, follow me" he says, with a pleading voice.

He picks his shotgun up from the ground, and directs "Rat" to the cop car.
"You come with me. Of course you don't fucking know who I am. You already spit nonsense, drive, and shoot stuff. It's too much to want you to wonder that Hartford could still have some survivors living on their own. Your leaders probably never told you, as morale should be essential to your...ideology."
He then kicks "Rat" in the direction of the rear tire, opening the back door of the cop car.
"Hey Russ, help me out with those bandit bodies." He proceeds to take out his rope of his backpack.
"Those guys are pushing us to the stage" he says, stretching the rope in between his hands "let's give'em an unforgettable show."

edited 15th Jun '15 8:49:02 AM by Kyef

Damien pulled up along the cop car in the Prius he had taken, "Hey guys!"

"Ay que putana chicana Michigana," Paco started muttering. "We gotta hurry up, hombres, before those psychos have us for dinner. He paused for a moment. "But first I'm taking this. On Prius it'll be so stylish. Sleek and modern -yet rugged and classic."

He took a few steps over to the buggy and started to tug at the machine gun.

Will calls out for Russ and is trying to explain him his plan.

He is intending to tie the hostage to the front of a vehicle, preferably the buggy, and then tie the bandit bodies to drag them on the same car.
That way they can employ guerrilla psicological tactics to counter the bigger numbers of the enemies.

"Let's hope mr Rat here knows how to scream."

edited 9th Jun '15 2:31:03 PM by Kyef

The heavy machine gun came off rather easily for Paco but it was empty and ammo didn't seem to be located in the car - it was most likely at the confederates base.

"Rat" began screaming wildly and kicking as Will looked as though he wanted to tie him to the front of a car. With his struggles, it might take Will awhile to restrain him without help.

edited 9th Jun '15 6:56:13 PM by FantasyLiver

Supply Run
"Ay, cabron, que tipo loco, Jesucristo!" Paco said to Will. "What the hell sort of macho bullshit are you trying to do here? You're not going to do anything except waste time doing that. What, you expect the psychos to want to kill you less by desecrating the bodies? Ni siquiera trabaja - the car, she doesn't work, unless you think you can fix it in two minutes. Get to the cars if you want to live, gringo. Everybody get to the cars!"

He dashed over to Damien's Prius and opened the rear driver-side door, letting himself in. "Okay Speed Racer, today we focus on not dying. Tomorrow, we try and weld this to the roof, okay?"

"I could use some help, guys!"
Will says, as he fights with "Rat" to move him to another car. He is going to be tied one way or another, be it nicely, or with an elbow hit to his head, or a gun forcing him to tie himself.
"There's a bunch of reasons for doing that, cabrón." Will answers, holding some arms. "First off, with one body on each side, we protect blind spots on the driver view, and assure no one gets close to our rear with ease. Then there is the morale: they think themselves invulnerable, you heard Rat talking? We'll use him for cover, and for showing them we can exploit their weaknesses even while they're chasing us. But if everyone's against it," Will observes Paco running to his car "We can try something else. After all, the Camry still has some fuel."

edited 10th Jun '15 8:41:19 AM by Kyef

Francis isn't too sure about Will's plan, mostly because he'd rather not be shot, but also because Will seems juuust a bit crazy. He hops into the driver's seat of the Camry and hollers out the window, "Are we leaving or what?"

Now's your last chance to loot anything else

The zombie horde was practically on top of the group at this point - having wandered dangerously close in the lot. However, they were still about half a football field's length away so the group wasn't in any immediate danger yet. Particularly since the lead two zombies' heads were suddenly blown off. Looking to see the culprit would reveal Reed standing proudly at the door.

"We're coming with the food. Let's get ready to get the hell out of here!" Reed shouted. Sure enough, Darnell and Dyson came barreling out of the supermarket, clutching a half full shopping cart full of boxed and canned food. As they began loading up the food into the van, Reed kept a lookout and and gasped. The bandit convoy began to move and they would be on the group in about two minutes. It was time to loot any last minute items, pick a vehicle and get the hell out of Dodge.

Francis sucked in a breath and tried to scan the area around the Camry for anything that might be useful and/or portable.

Will directs the hostage, now hopefully tied at his arms, to the cop car with his knife at the opponent's throat, and leaves to the others to look for useful stuff.

Apart from the previously mentioned items, there was also a lone shopping basket that Francis could spot. Other than that and the occasional rock, there wasn't much left. Reed, firing at his last zombie, quickly ran into the car and advised the others to do the same.

Will's struggles to tie up the bandit with rope proved difficult as, unlike with handcuffs, one had to take the time to tie a knot around the victim first. As the bandit was still madly struggling against Will, he hadn't succeeded yet. The bandit didn't seem to care if he lived or died at this point which was most puzzling due to his reluctance to fight earlier.

"Come on if you're with us!" Dyson shouted from the van. The Confederates were getting closer and some of the more zealous ones even started to fire at the group. Due to their distance away, their shots went nowhere near the group but it was still a little disconcerting.

Seeing nothing good, both in terms of loot and relative safety, Francis muttered "القرف", then shouted "Oi, Paco, I'd start driving if I were you. New guy, come with us if you want to live, yeah?"

"Guys better load up and let's get out of here!" Damien shouted starting up the car again.

"Fine."
Will quickly reveals how his patience ended by holding "Rat"'s legs in the struggle and kicking in between them to increase the impact. Then he swiftly used the knot he made to tie the bandit's leg in the ankle.
"Either way, it's one less of you to worry about."
He started dragging "Rat" coldly by his side, in quick bursts, pull and stop, pull and stop, as quick as he could. He seemed to pay no attention to the shots, then entering the backseat of the cop car and lowering his window just enough to make room for his rope.
"He's coming with us, not my fault he refused to go inside." He shrugged, his hands still holding an end of the rope. "Floor it."

edited 13th Jun '15 9:54:51 PM by Kyef

"Andalé , muchachos!" Paco said from the back seat of the Prius, while looking at the machine gun he had stolen with longing.

edited 14th Jun '15 7:34:38 PM by nman

"Right, everyone in? Yeah? Yeah. Good, let's get the fuck out while the going's still good!" Francis floored the gas pedal and sped out onto the street, sometimes swerving to avoid sand dunes and the like.

Will's tying of the bandit's legs was successful and despite his vehement protests, it looked like he was coming along with the group. With Damien driving, it looked like the antique cop was going to be carrying him, Will, and their new bandit friend. Dyson and Darnell had taken the van full of food while Reed was driving Paco in the Prius. Francis was by himself in the Camry. In terms of driving order, Dyson made sure the van (containing the group's leader as well as the food) was in front of the rest of the vehicles, with the Camry, cop car, and Prius behind it.

This newfound convoy left the immediate area just in time as eleven vehicles of various vehicles roared into Hartford City, spotting the group. The Confederates were numerous - with so many crammed to each vehicle that they looked like a small army. Their group consisted of four motorcycles, four Jeeps, one hearse that looked like it was recently stolen from a funeral home, one beat up looking red Scion tC, and, most impressively, an armored truck.

The four motorcycles were the fastest of the group and the four of them each had two bandits on it - a driver and a passenger. The frontmost three motorcycles jettted up to about 400 feet behind the prius and the passengers drew their weapons - screaming and swearing at Dyson's convoy. The armored truck hung in the back of the Confederate's convoy and obliterated two zombies that had the misfortune to step in its path.

From the front of the group's convoy, Dyson leaned out of the passenger window of the van and pointed towards the railroad tracks - shouting something indiscernible. The words "split" and "chance" could only be heard from the Camry.