Max noticed the lack of something thudding near where he expected the meathook to land and stood back up. Thor was there by him by the door, looking at him curiously. "No boy, stay there, wait - guard the jeep," he said, pointing back at the jeep to send the dog there. They'd probably need to run away in a hurry after all this. "And keep the engine running," he joked as he aimed at the skeleton and fired a pair of three-round bursts at its hip region.
Og charged toward the werewolf, pistol and loaders once again secure as he hefted his e-tool. "Get those things off the wolf!" Much as he was used to the revolver, a stray shot might hit Anarchy and make for a very bad day. He reached for the leg of one runner and yanked it off with all his might.
Once it hit the ground, Og reared his leg back and kicked it in the chin as hard as he could.
The hits keep rollin'!If Red could do it before the runner made his tackle, he'd swing his axe at the zombie's neck. If he couldn't, Red would drop the axe and try for a Neck Snap.
It took some prying, but Anarchy did manage to pry the runner off of her arm and toss it away to the floor; this one did not immediately die, but did have to spend a few moments getting back up. Meanwhile Og was able to get the one on her back pulled off while it was reeling its arms up for another set of blows, making it land on its back. Kicking down towards its chin caught it in the face as it immediately started trying to get back up, making a sickening CRACK noise as its head snapped backwards. With that runner dead, that left only one still wailing on Anarchy for the moment.
The skeleton was starting to advance forward, still yanking the chain downwards, until a burst of bullets shattered off half of its hip bone, instantly severing one of its legs. After falling to the floor, the skeleton looked up, and started pulling on the chain with both arms, both to continue yanking Anarchy down, (Though she would have an easier time overcoming it now.) and to pull itself closer as it pushed with its remaining leg.
Over a bit, Red was only able to bring his axe up a bit, which made the runner impact with it in its chest, just below the collar. This didn't stop it from impacting Red with enough force to send him to the floor with the runner on top of him. As the runner started swinging at Red's chest, heads, and arms, Red was able to get a grip on its head, but wasn't able to get his arms around enough to twist for a neck snap. His grip was keeping it from lunging down for a bite though.
Meanwhile, the Flyer was continuing to bring the helicopter lower and closer, to try and get Jerry a better angle. Practically right above the parking lot now, Jerry could see the scene playing out in the front of the walmart now. Dune kept on a lookout elsewhere, still apparently spotting nothing.
"Are you saying all old people are forgetful?" Doc asked jokingly, watching Recon work. "Well regardless, what is it you're working on now then?" he added, looking at the sketches and trying to guess.
You are reading this.The biker was thankful that Anarchy was the biggest threat this side of the Walmart. It made pulling down the last runner off her broad furry back relatively easy. The fury of his memories were with him as the stringy animated corpse fell and had its pulpy grey head pressed between unyielding concrete and the force of Og's stamping hobnailed boot.
edited 27th Sep '13 7:15:51 AM by mantlemask
The hits keep rollin'!((OOC:Assuming Troy meant to write "the remaining runner" in his last post.))
As Og continued stomping at the runner he'd already killed, Red's attempt to throw the runner off was partially successful. It braced a hand against the floor to prevent itself from falling entirely, and was about to continue its assault on Red from right next to him when a burst of three rounds from Max's gun went through its chest, quickly killing it.
While that was happening, Anarchy's grasp at the last runner attacking her was fairly easy, as it made no attempt to dodge; instead just focusing on continuing to punch away at her. It took a moment of squeezing, but eventually its head burst under her grip, flooding her hand and the upper torso of the runner in gore. After that, pulling the skeleton closer was a trivial matter, since it was still trying to get closer to her itself. When it got close, it tried to claw at her legs with its boney hands, but that really didn't put up a chance against her stomp, which crushed its skull with a rather satisfying crunch.
This left, in all, one runner still alive, which had just finished getting back to its feet. It then made the foolish decision of charging at Anarchy, again.
Doc gave Recon an unamused frown, and lifted one hand up above Recon's head, balled into a fist. He then simply dropped it down on Recon's head, but not hard enough to really hurt. "Don't get smart with me; I meant what monster entry are you working on now" Doc said, glancing back at the page again. "Looks like a walker to me" he guessed.
edited 27th Sep '13 11:56:18 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Oh, this?" He gestured to the info page he was writing.
"Humans"
"Seem to be a lot nicer here in America. Don't try to stick a spear in your eye as soon as they make contact with you. All the same, I have received reports of rape and murder, and bandit groups are still aplenty. So, the same things apply here..."
Below were extremely in-depth, detailed tips and tricks on how to kill as many human beings as possible within a variety of scenarios. Some of the tactics outlines were quite brutal, such as using injured enemies, women, and even hostage children to lure the enemies out for easy pickings.
"I make it a habit to try and put humans as the first in any bestiary I write," Recon explained. "Since they, or should I say, we, have the highest danger-to-frequency ratio."
Doc frowned again at Recon's explanation. "You do realize the nature of the apocalypse we have found ourselves in, yes? Concentrating on killing your fellow man is not something you should..." Doc trailed off, eyes widening as he saw the part about using women and children as hostage lures. This time when Doc hit Recon, it was a backhand across the face, and he made sure to do it hard enough for Recon to feel it hurt even through the mask. Doc's expression was now one of barely contained fury. "Women and children?! As lures?!" he yelled after hitting Recon.
"There are lines we do. Not. Cross. To do so simply makes us bandits, no better than the monsters outside" Doc said through gritted teeth, glaring down at Recon.
edited 28th Sep '13 12:21:01 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.Anarchy growled, trying to free herself of the hook, only to stop, grabbing the Runner and shoving her clawed thumbs into it's eyes, it's brains squelching, as she gouged, blood trickling from her mouth, covered in blood and straps of clothing, she growled and grabbed the Runner by the neck, and digging her clawed hands into the Undead's side, she howled as she ripped the Runner in twain, splattering the surrounding bounty Hunters with gore.
Good to be backFiguring that the winner of a fight between a werewolf and a zombie was obvious, Max let his rifle be held by the sling and his right hand as the show in front of him confirmed his suspicions, though he'd probably need to shower twice when they got back to town. He stretched his left hand down towards Red, in case the boxer needed some help getting up. "We gotta get out of here," he called out to everyone, "Get back to the jeep. After all this noise, every runner for half a mile's going to be heading towards us."
Anarchy set to work getting the hook out of her mouth, ripping it out with a disgusting sound, and throwing it aside, she wandered after Max, stopping at the car, and transforming back into Molly, who immediately stumbled into the side of the car, vommitting up a river of blood, she looked up and said something that was impossible to understand. Before realizing the wound to her mouth had rendered her unintelligible.
edited 28th Sep '13 1:06:20 AM by TroyandHawk
Good to be backRecon took the backhand across the mask, although he had to wonder if that didn't hurt the good doctor's hand more than it did his face.
After which, he simply leveled his gaze.
"You ever have a woman try to rip your throat out with her teeth to defend the man who was raping her moments ago?" he asked. "Or a child try to shoot you in the head with an AK while being on enough cocaine to floor a rhino?"
Recon turned back and continued to write.
"Children are gonna gun for ya. Women are gonna gun for ya. Men are gonna gun for ya. The monsters out there are gonna gun for ya. Those "lines" you're talking about? They disappeared when Duriel stuck his big fat ugly head into this world."
He put his pen down for a second, then looked back at the Doctor. Swiftly, he removed his mask and helmet, exposing his somewhat embarrassingly-feminine face to the Doc in case he wanted to take another swing.
But he also was able to expose his eyes. The dark bags under them, the way they stared, full of anger and hatred and a kind of weariness that was unusual to see in a man who had just entered his adult years.
"And for me, they disappeared a hell of a lot sooner."
edited 28th Sep '13 1:18:09 AM by gameknight102xx
Doc was indeed rubbing at the back of his arm, (He wasn't stupid enough to strike Recon's helmet with the back of his actual hand.) but he met Recon's gaze with an equally steeled gaze, if not moreso. "No, they haven't. Those lines are the only thing separating us from the monsters; from the people you just mentioned. If you ignore them, than you're no better than the people you just described" Doc said, not backing down in the slightest.
"If you really mean what you just said, then you're nothing but a hypocritical cynic, and you're no better than a common bandit" Doc continued, still staring right back into Recon's eyes without even a flinch.
edited 28th Sep '13 2:06:21 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."Thanks Fireman." Red said to Max after kicking the zombie off him. When Max said something about leaving, Red shook his head.
"No! We need to stay here and hold this position so we have a fallback point when Fang actually attacks." Red explained. The former boxer then looked around the store for any potential loot items. He wasn't too particular either. A plastic bag, a coat hanger, and empty shelf; it didn't matter as long as it was something.
He also hit the TALK button on his walkie talkie.
"Jerry! How we doing up there? You see any mons coming our way?" he asked his fellow bounty hunter.
edited 28th Sep '13 2:47:16 PM by FantasyLiver
Where was Jack, exactly? Well, he was in the Jeep, of course! Why hasn't he done anything for the past while? That's because he was asleep in the back.
Yes, despite note doing anything the day before, Jack took a rather long nap in the Jeep's back truck-bed thing. It wasn't until recently he awoke. After taking a moment to reorient himself into a sitting position, he looked groggily up at everyone else. "So...so uh, whad' I miss?"
edited 28th Sep '13 7:18:23 PM by TruthHurts22
Red did find bags, but they were torn up so much as to be useless; the good bags had been used to carry other loot long ago. Coat hangers were plentiful, but only the static plastic variety. There were tons of shelves attached to the isles, but those weren't exactly easy to move. There was an employee door in the back that led to another room, but chances were it was looted too; also since they hadn't been back there, there was no clue what might be lurking in there. Although, nothing seemed to be trying to get through the door in response to their gunfire...
Meanwhile up in the helicopter, since the fight in the walmart was over Flyer pulled back up a bit to give Jerry and Dune a better vantage of the surrounding area. Dune scanned out again with his scope. "... Still nothing. Something weird is definitely going on here, I think" Dune said, glancing up at Flyer.
Flyer looked a little uncertain what to think, but flipped on the radio again to respond to Red. "Whole town's as still as a dead man, yanks. Well, a properly dead man not an undead- you know what I mean, right" Flyer said, looking out over the city for himself.
Doc continued to frown at Recon, in that particular way of an old man looking at a youth as if they had just done or said something stupid; though now it was more just disappointment than anger. "I care because it's important to care. Not caring leads you down the same path as the people you talked about. Choosing to care is what separates us from them. You'd look at the terrible things those people have done and decide that that's all the justification you need to do terrible things yourself, when in fact that's even more of a driving reason to not do terrible things. The world can't become a better place unless we choose to be better people, and to uphold our morals despite the hard times that have befallen us" Doc said at length like a father teaching a life lesson, sitting back down in the reading bench.
"If we abandon those morals, abandon that caring and simply do whatever it takes to survive, then we would be no better than the monsters attacking us, yes. But that is a choice that we make, not some absolute we must follow or else die. If you don't believe that, then just look at me; look at this town. I haven't gone back on my morals in the last five years, and neither has the sheriff. If that choice would somehow doom us, then we wouldn't be here today" Doc went on, motioning at the view of the rest of the town through the window behind him.
"Besides, most of the women and children around here are just trying to keep their heads down and stay out of trouble" Doc added, folding his arms. "You see one that's a bandit trying to kill you, then go ahead and defend yourself by all means. But if you use a person as a lure, bandit or not, I'll see to it that you are shot. Even if I have to do it myself" he finished, the look in his eyes showing that he was dead serious.
You are reading this.Though the bags were torn up, Red used the piece of one to wipe his axe head clean of the zombie guts that were on it. He was about to disregard the coat hangers but then realized that someone at town might have some use for them. Probably not but this was the Apocalypse and free stuff was never disregarded.
He was about to put some hangers in the Jeep when he noticed the Employees Only door. He peered inside for a peep before opening the door.
"I'm going to check out what's in here, guys!" Red called out, ready to swing his axe at anything that attacked him in there.

Recon continued to draw, filling up an entire page with detailed drawing of humans, their internal organs, and humorous little lines admist the sketches like "Aim here for maximum efficiency!" with a line pointing at the upper torso and "Make sure to cut this off" with a line pointed towards the head.
"Yeah, well, considering I'm about half the age of most people on my team, I tend to have better memories than most of 'em," he said as he moved on to the adjacent page, where he began to write lines of text. "Plus, since my job is usually, well, reconnaissance, I tend to get this kind of information first. So it's pretty good to write it down to share with the rest of my team."
edited 25th Sep '13 11:31:33 PM by gameknight102xx