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FantasyLiver Since: Oct, 2012
#451: Nov 27th 2012 at 9:42:33 AM

Red declined the gun "C'mon! Everybody get out and I'll torch this joint!" Red shouted as he took out his matches

JasonC No boom today... from Good Old Blighty Since: Nov, 2012
No boom today...
#452: Nov 27th 2012 at 11:26:05 AM

Tequila turned the bike in a gentle arc and increasing the distance until it was facing back the way they'd come, with the house between then and approaching noise. They were now ready to go once Red was aboard.

"Do it!" She called.

"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor
FantasyLiver Since: Oct, 2012
#453: Nov 27th 2012 at 11:59:36 AM

Red nodded at Tequila's command. He approached one of the heavy couches and emptied out half of the contents of the gasoline container onto the piece of furniture. He set the container down annd then set his backpack down and withdrew a match from it. He lit the match and tossed it on the couch. He then began running towards the bike.

tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#454: Nov 27th 2012 at 2:56:49 PM

While waiting for Red Cranston loaded the shotgun while giving it a cursory inspection to see if it had a chance of firing. Then, if he had time he would once again switch it for the rifle and reverse his position so that he was facing backwards, kneeling in the bottom of the sidecar and using the seat to rest his elbows on with the rifle itself peering over the back.

edited 27th Nov '12 2:57:39 PM by tricksterson

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#455: Nov 27th 2012 at 9:44:58 PM

Jerry was somewhat taken aback by the fact that the runner dashed right by him, but he new he had know time to be shocked and walked into the doorway and fired 6 rounds at door to his right which was being pounded down by the zombies.

"Somebody barbequin'?!"
FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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#456: Nov 28th 2012 at 2:55:23 AM

Small house

As Red torched the house, Cranston would find that the shotgun seemed to be in working order. That said, it was pretty short, and the barrel didn't extend beyond the tube magazine. So the shotgun's range and accuracy were sure to be abysmal, and it only held four rounds besides the one in the chamber.

In short order, the three of them were on the motorbike, ready to move either West towards the other house, or South towards the town. Whichever path they took, as they got going Cranston would currently have the best view of the vehicles that had been moving towards the house.

The helicopter was still present of course, which he could now see had the right side open and someone half out of, bracing one foot against the landing skids and holding a hunting rifle of some sort. Moving along on the ground were three motorcycles, the exact model varying between them but all three were of the old classic styles as opposed to the more modern, sleek designs. Finally there was a civilian jeep, of the outdoor all-terrain kind, with only two seats in front and a bed in back; despite this it seemed whoever these people were had decided to cram five people into the thing regardless, one of the three in the back standing and holding onto the grip of a light machinegun they had mounted to the top rail of the basic roll-cage the thing had. The men of this impromptu convoy, and there were all men so far as Cranston could tell, looked like rednecks, of all things.

As the bounty hunters continued, the convoy quickly moved around the house and kept going straight for the bounty hunters. As if that weren't enough, the man up in the helicopter fired his rifle, the shot hitting the ground off to the group's side, kicking up a little dust behind them as they were moving. At this point it would be hard to doubt who it was they were dealing with. Bandits. The motorcycles moved ahead, slowly catching up with the three, while the jeep struggled behind but started getting into position to use the LMG.


Dome house

With Og not only holding the runner back, but keeping its head in one spot, Dale had an easy time smashing the bat into its head, indenting the skull in halfway on that side and splattering one of the little room's walls with blood. The runner was dead.

Just at the doorway to the hall, Jerry had stepped into the line of sight of Jed*

in the open doorway, and opened fire on the doorway on the opposite side just as a piece of it broke and a runner's arm stuck through. The shots that went into the door itself did mostly get through, but lost too much momentum and didn't seem to hit the runner that hard; but, of the six Jerry fired, two went right in the hole the runner just made, nailing the runner in the upper torso and lower neck. The runner collapsed, the arm still stuck in the hole at the elbow, but its current activity suggested it was either dead or very soon to be. The door wasn't being disturbed from the other side any more, so it seemed that was the only runner in there.

Meanwhile, Jed backing away would pass just by the door past the kitchen, which was also starting to break down due to the runner on the other side; this was also visible from the front. The skeleton with the axe had reached the bottom of the stairs, but had stopped when the gunfire started, and turned around to look towards the back of the house, seeing Jed there. Deciding he was either the better or the easier target, it started to advance towards him at a quick walk, bringing it within line of sight of Jerry from the side shortly.

The other door that was being rattled on from the other side, visible to Jerry and Jed, did not have any progress towards breaking it down visible yet.

The skeleton upstairs stayed where it was, now aiming the pistol with both hands at the front door.

edited 28th Nov '12 3:02:06 AM by FirockFinion

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JasonC No boom today... from Good Old Blighty Since: Nov, 2012
No boom today...
#457: Nov 28th 2012 at 3:14:14 AM

When Red climbed on behind her, Tequila started moving forward, twisting the accelerator hard. The bike roared forward in response.

"Back to town or go find the others?" She yelled backwards to Cranston and Red.

"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor
FantasyLiver Since: Oct, 2012
#458: Nov 28th 2012 at 5:03:59 AM

"Go find the others!" Red hollered. "The bandits won't dare try and fight all of the bounty hunters. Cranston, d'you think you can shoot one of those motorcycles?"

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#459: Nov 28th 2012 at 5:34:52 AM

"Find the others. They're closer and I don't think the Sheriff would apreciate our bringing a bandit horde to her doorstep." To Red he said more worried about that LMG." Then back to Tequila, "Hold this thing as steady as you can." While it was slowing them down the sidecar did provide a measure of stability but he figured he could use every bit he could get. he measured the disance to the jeep. If it wasn't out of range he would try to take out the driver. If it was he would shoot for whichever motorcycle was closest.

edited 28th Nov '12 6:06:47 AM by tricksterson

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JasonC No boom today... from Good Old Blighty Since: Nov, 2012
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#460: Nov 28th 2012 at 6:38:53 AM

Tequila nodded. "OK. Hang on!" She turned the bike in the direction of the second house.

She opened up on the accelerator

edited 28th Nov '12 10:26:02 AM by JasonC

"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor
TheLastGreatWarrior When words are not enough from Not here Since: Jul, 2012 Relationship Status: In another castle
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#461: Nov 28th 2012 at 1:04:53 PM

Jerry grinned with sadistic glee seeing the runner fall, then as he saw the skeleton with the axe. He shifted his line of sight, aimed for the head and fired 8 shots.

"Somebody barbequin'?!"
nman Since: Mar, 2010
#462: Nov 28th 2012 at 1:35:48 PM

With a grimace, Dale bent down and wiped off the end of his Brooklyn Smasher that had hit the runner on its clothes, before popping back up and shoving the bat back into his backpack. He readied his P90 again and toggled the safety as he moved towards the doorway, but he didn't shoot the skeleton when he saw it because he didn't want to risk hitting Jerry. Not only that, but because they were inside the house, he wanted to be sure about his shots to avoid sending bullets flying at the others who were on the other side of the skeleton, or in case anyone was approaching the front door.

edited 28th Nov '12 5:15:17 PM by nman

InfalliableLiar Void Waiter from Future nothing Location Since: Oct, 2012
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#463: Nov 28th 2012 at 5:14:52 PM

Ted had been wondering if the man at the end of hallway was noticing the runner coming through the other door, and he got his answer when the man started shooting at the skeleton between them. Aiming at the skeleton's pelvis, Ted braced and shot twice.

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#464: Nov 28th 2012 at 7:17:47 PM

Og coolly kicked the remnants of the runner to the ground. As he followed Dale deeper into the strangely-constructed house, the big man kept a firm grip on his entrenching tool. However, he also drew his S&W Model 15, bracing it into a firing position against his beefy forearm.

As before, he stacked against the opposite side of the door, dropping into a crouch as they watched the skeleton tangle with Jerry.

"How good a shot are you, Dale?" Og asked, eyes not moving from the melee.

The hits keep rollin'!
nman Since: Mar, 2010
#465: Nov 28th 2012 at 7:20:35 PM

"Good enough to know I'd kill him trying to shoot the bastard," Dale replied. Then he had an idea, and dashed towards the door where a runner's arm was sticking out, giving the door a good strong kick as he made his way into the room. "Maybe there's a way around."

edited 29th Nov '12 12:09:34 AM by nman

gbrngfol my planet is here from roughly that way Since: Mar, 2012
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#466: Nov 28th 2012 at 11:31:49 PM

Tank dives for cover against the wall of the house, loads his shotgun and enters the house.

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FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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#467: Nov 29th 2012 at 3:32:59 AM

Tequila, Red, and Cranston

Tequila would find a dirt path going West that seemed a bit rough, but served well enough for the purpose.

Meanwhile, Cranston would find the jeep well within range of his rifle; though keeping it accurate in these conditions was difficult. The shot shattered the windshield, but seemed to miss the driver; instead hitting one of the two bandits in the back in his shoulder. The driver swerved in response, throwing off the gunner's aim as a stream of bullets went wide off to the group's side; and literally throwing off the bandit in the back that had been hit, as he suddenly lurched back with the hit combined with the swerve sent him right over the edge and onto the ground, being left behind as the vehicles kept moving.

The three motorcycles continued to close, two of them almost catching up in forward movement, but staying about thirty feet off to either side. The third closed in more directly, coming up behind and to the right, only twenty feet away. The rider started to bring around his gun that had been slung on his back, an MP5 sub-machinegun. Of course, keeping one hand on the task of steering meant his grip on the MP5 was shaky at best, but nevertheless he leveled it towards the hunters' motorbike and prepared to fire.


Dome house

Jerry's assault on the skeleton's head did little damage as the thick iron helmet proved surprisingly resilient, making the more effective one-shot kills on the skeleton nigh impossible. It did accomplish two things however, as the skeleton may not have been hurt much but found the pounding of bullets into the side of the helmet impossible to ignore. So it turned its attention to Jerry once the barrage was over. When it did, Jerry would see that one of the rounds had gotten it in the lower jaw, taking that piece completely off.

Of course, that's when Ted*

aimed and fired his shotgun twice, aiming for the skeleton's pelvis. This proved much more effective, as the first shot put major cracks in both the pelvis and the upper right hip bone, forcing the skeleton to stop and drop to one knee; the second shot shattered the pelvis and right hip bone completely, effectively severing the skeleton in half. The lower half fell to the floor, the individual bones now detaching from each other and scattering across the floor like giant, loose legos. The upper half likewise fell, but stayed intact. The skeleton took one second to realize its new situation, abandoned the axe as it would only slow it down now, and started using its arms to crawl towards Jerry, dragging along its spine and ribcage behind it as it started to close in on his legs.

Meanwhile, Dale kicked in the door where Jerry had previously killed a runner, slumping the now dead corpse away as he entered the room. It was a bedroom, and not a terribly big one at that, that had no other doors in or out.

At the front of the house, Tank started to enter in the front door, finding it unlocked. This was just what the skeleton on the upper floor was waiting for though, as it fired its gun at the door as soon as it started to open. The good news for tank was that the bullet had to go through the door first, making it lose momentum and not be nearly as hard hitting as it otherwise might've been. The bad news was it still hit him, in the side specifically. It didn't go in very far, stopping about an inch in after deflecting painfully off one of his ribs; the rib didn't seem to be broken or cracked, but that didn't stop it from being painful.

The skeleton once again had to deal with the recoil of the gun whipping its arms back. While it was recovering faster now that it was holding the gun with both hands, it still left an opening.

And speaking of openings, the runner trying to get through the door near Ted finally did so, breaking out a vertical gash just wide enough to squeeze itself through. This slight delay of it squeezing through the door was what would Give Ted just enough time to react to the runner, as it now sprinted right for him at point-blank range, reaching out to grapple him as its mouth widened; this runner was going for a bite.

The door at the other end of the hall continued to rattle, but still showed no signs of damage. Og and Dale, being closest, would, maybe through the gunshots, hear a growling coming from through the door. A growling that did not sound like a runner, but instead more natural, like from an actual animal rather than an extremely rabid person.

edited 29th Nov '12 3:33:54 AM by FirockFinion

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JasonC No boom today... from Good Old Blighty Since: Nov, 2012
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#468: Nov 29th 2012 at 5:12:40 AM

Tequila watched the bikes come closer in the bikes wing mirrors and opened the accelerator some more. Her eyes widened behind the riding goggles as she saw one of them start bringing a machine gun round to aim at them.

"Someone get that guy!" She yelled.

"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor
tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#469: Nov 29th 2012 at 6:35:09 AM

"On it," Cranston said, shifted his aim and fired, aiming for the biker's torso.

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nman Since: Mar, 2010
#470: Nov 29th 2012 at 1:38:12 PM

"Damn it, no way around through here," Dale said, seeing that the room was not connected to any other part of the house. "What the hell is that?" he asked, and faced the door where some strange sounds were coming out. He knew that the skeleton and runner were both problems, but whatever was behind that door might also be a problem. However, it sounded more like an animal than a runner or ghoul, so he figured that it might be a better idea to get rid of the bigger threats before wasting time killing a giant rat. Then again, if it was a dire dog, it would be a big problem - but since the door was closed, that could also buy them some time. He supposed he could shoot through the door to kill whatever was on the other side, but he didn't want to risk that million-to-one chance that someone human was on the other side.

Turning around, he saw that the skeleton - or what was left of it - was heading towards Jerry while a runner that had come out of nowhere - or, he guessed, somewhere else in the house - was attacking Ed. But regardless, he still couldn't try shooting them unless he went around Jerry, which he wasn't really willing to do considering how little he trusted the other man to not shoot him. Though, he guessed he could just stand 'next' to him and have a good shot at the skeleton. But he'd probably be fine since the skeleton was on its last legs, and then the two of them could probably deal with the runner. Regardless, he made his way down the hall to see if he could help.

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#471: Nov 29th 2012 at 2:15:16 PM

"Wait! Don't destroy the skeleton y.. Shit!" Noticing the runner that had just squeezed through the door Edd put up his shotgun and tried to use it to block the runner from biting.

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#472: Nov 29th 2012 at 2:17:37 PM

Jerry was relived by the skeleton being severed in half by Fred (or whatever his name is)'s shotgun, however the threat of it still existed he. He clicked on the safety of his M4 and flipped it around to use the butt end. He then kicked the skeleton in the face with a roundhouse in hopes of forcing it to face another direction so he could break the neck of it with the butt of his rifle.

edited 29th Nov '12 2:19:20 PM by TheLastGreatWarrior

"Somebody barbequin'?!"
gbrngfol my planet is here from roughly that way Since: Mar, 2012
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#473: Nov 29th 2012 at 7:02:03 PM

"FUCK!" Yells Tank as the shot causes him to drop his sledgehammer and clutch his side. "Just die!" He aims his shotgun one-handed through the hole in the door, pointing roughly in the direction the bullet came from. He fires once.

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FantasyLiver Since: Oct, 2012
#474: Nov 29th 2012 at 7:17:07 PM

Red looked behind him and saw the convoy gaining. He looked down at the sidecar.

"Cranston, throw that gas under the jeep and shoot it! The jeep will explode!" he hollered.

mantlemask FISTINGLY DELICIOUS from Here and There Since: Oct, 2012
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#475: Nov 29th 2012 at 8:10:40 PM

Og heard the low growling and rattling coming from the door on the other end of the hall. He slid his e-tool back into its loop and racked his shotgun.

"Huntin' season." Og muttered as he made his way to that far room. He stopped in front of that door and the house now resounded with the thunder of a slam-fired 1897 Winchester shotgun. Og unloaded his shells through the door, blasting his target indiscriminately. When his shotgun was empty, Og drew his entrenching tool once more as he carefully reached for the knob and slowly twisted it open.

The hits keep rollin'!

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