"Yeah, well, it at least looks like you got us a ride, so don't beat yourself up too bad, Red," Dale said, glancing at the vehicle, and then looking around to... he saw something interesting.
"Oh hell yes!" he said, slinging his P90 back up in order to pick up the Minimi. With a smile, he bent down, grabbed it, and heaved it. "If this thing still works, that bitch is in for a world of hurt."
Jerry looked at the bandit, "I have no intention of killing you 'Bill', unless you try anything funny." Then he noticed Emerson on the Bill's shoulder and let his M4 hang by it's sling.
Then the Dale, Tequila, and Cranston appeared through the tall grass, "Oh good. More guns to watch 'Bill' over." He said looking over to the others.
"Somebody barbequin'?!""Met with a few zombies, skeletons, and a wolf," Dale replied, still smiling as he looked over the gun. "We were just starting to loot the place - they have a giant television, more video games than you'd believe - when we found Emerson. After that, Tequila came in screaming about how you were trying to punch a helicopter and we all ran out here - you know the rest."
edited 11th Dec '12 11:02:49 AM by nman
"Awesome! I haven't TV since before the Apocalypse. Say, they got any cards or Monopoly or something like that up there? I aint too good at video games. But I'm a decent poker player." Red asked Dale as the other bounty hunter related his tale, cracking a grin when Dale mentioned punching a helicopter.
"Jerry, you all right, there?" Red asked at Jerry's outburst.
"I've been thinking about that" Red told Cranston. "I say we let him live and make sure that the succubus doesn't kill him with sex. We could take him to the sheriff but odds are, neither she nor the town has the resources to house criminals; even if they did, I feel like this guy could be more useful without being behind bars. He knows where these other bandits are hiding and you just know that those bandit lairs have a ton of loot in them. He can lead us there. What do you guys say?" he asked the other hunters.
"I'm more in the zombie hunting business, Red," Dale said. "People hunting just isn't my thing, more of a last resort. Like when people go charging off into the middle of a bunch of armed yahoos and get shot at. I'm going to have nightmares about that asshole for weeks," he pointed at the bandit he had killed earlier, "and it's taking all I have to not think about throwing up."
"Alright, man. I forgot about the human beings we'd have to kill to do that. Sorry, I got ahead of myself. It's not all about the loot, after all." Red said understandingly. He had never killed a human being but his father, a war veteran had refused to talk about his experiences so he knew what Dale was going through.
"I don't know how these slimeballs do it every day." Red said, gesturing to Billy.
"Still, he might be useful. His kind of scumbag knows a lot more nooks and crannies than the sheriff's office does. He might still be able to give us valuable info. And if he can't, Doc or Garnett might want an assistant to help 'em out. Hell, even that Mongolian guy might need a hand in the kitchen." Red offered.
edited 11th Dec '12 12:06:26 PM by FantasyLiver
"Aren't we forgetting something?" Tequila commented. "Like, y'know, a demon? Somewhere here? Ring a bell anyone?" She shook her head. "Just a little bit more important than video games and widescreen TV." She blew out a breath. "Men.."
edited 11th Dec '12 12:48:14 PM by JasonC
"You are my future selves? Am I having a Mid-Life Crisis?" The War Doctor - Day of The Doctor"You could just go out and look for her, then we could kill her while she's eating you." Red echoed Tequila's own words. "I'm as eager to kill that bitch as the next person but I think it's best if we wait 'till we have this Jeep working before we go off demon hunting. That way, if we get in a tight spot, we can speed away."
"I heard they can shapeshift," Ned informed the tall man as he capped the bottle, "so when I turn around and you are just standing there, it's kinda strange, you know?" Looking at the field by the road Ned became nervous again.
"Look... I think standing out here in the open like this is stupid, and going into that field is probably more so. I am going to go into the house and gonna defend from in there. You're welcome to come along, seeing as it's a free country and not my house, but if you go into the field and come back out I aint gonna assume it's you, so come to the house with the others or don't make any sudden moves when approaching the house, okay?" With that said Ned began walking back to the house, keeping his gun aimed at the field.
edited 11th Dec '12 3:16:56 PM by InfalliableLiar
Stop caring and embrace nullness.Ned may well have heard what followed - a single shot from a revolver. If he was close enough, he may have even heard the stream of Texan-accented cursing that followed.
"Bitch, bitch, fucking bitchy - bitch!" Lisa stumbled back into the dome topped house - no room for anything to fly in there - and took aim at the front door with her shotgun. She didn't even seem to realise yet that she had been shot.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Bill's progress was moving steadily, though he flinched again as Red shouted at him, and was clearly uncomfortable with the fact that they were talking about what to do with him as if he wasn't there. He was about halfway done by now.
Emerson was staying quiet, still holding the tip of the blade to Bill's neck, up until Cranston finally addressed him. "Here now? I came out here to save ya' friend named Red! And here he is, safe and sound! Does that prove I can be helpful to ya'?" Emerson asked rhetorically, pointing his free hand at Red. Then he had to think for a moment. "Succubus? Those she-devil big folk, right? Heard a lot about them, but I've never seen one. If there had been one hiding out in the house, I would've known about it" the gnome continued, sounding quite certain of himself.
"If there's one here now, she must've just gotten here. Are ya' sure she didn't come here with ya'selves?" Emerson said, glancing around at the group. "Heck, are ya' sure she's not yer' supposed she-devil?" he added, giving a quick motion to Tequila.
Back at the house, other than the gunshot and the injury to Lisa, there was still no immediate sign of the succubus. A quick shot and run it would seem. Lisa looking out the front door would definitely see Ned,* and if Ned turned around he would see her, too. Og would likely see Lisa too, and vise versa.
edited 11th Dec '12 6:06:29 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this."I'm fine." he said to Red, "I just half to do some sewing now." He said motioning to the tears in his vest and sleeve. Then he heard a gun shot and pulled the Winchester off his back and looked toward the house "Hey Billy, would it speed the repair up if I helped you?" He said glancing at the man.
edited 11th Dec '12 6:12:25 PM by TheLastGreatWarrior
"Somebody barbequin'?!"

Og wiped his mouth and passed the bottle back. "That stuff tastes old. Kinda like water that hasn't been touched in ages. And what the heck did you think I was?"
He took a few minutes to think it over before his face screwed up in exasperation. "Aw, hell. You thought I was Tits Mc Badbat who was flying overhead, didn't you?"
The hits keep rollin'!