Tal pulled up slowly and eyeballed the surplus store from down the street. He saw a number of zombies shuffling around the area, but he felt comfortable enough that he could take them down. He was just about throw his Hummer in park and grab his MP5 when, in that dark place he'd always had in the back of his mind, he felt a flutter of fear, as if his own inner demon sensed danger from others of its ilk. He'd had many hunches like this over the years, and they mostly turned out to be right. He drove off, cursing the loss of the goods inside.
Instead, he made for one of those sporting goods stores that had hunting, fishing, and camping gear. He should be able to get more ammo and weapons there, as well as supplies to last him.
Zombie RP
Re: Zombie RP
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
Re: Zombie RP
Tal pulled up in front of “Sports City”, the local sporting goods store. For whatever reason, he could only see three of the walking dead in his way. Grabbing his MP5, he hopped out of his Hummer to meet them as they started forward.
In his movies, Tal would come in blazing with guns in each hand burning endless amounts of ammo for dramatic effect. It looked great on film, but was the silliest thing one could do. Most of the general public was unaware that Tal’s combat skills were genuine, and he slipped into professional mode. He wrapped the strap around his hand and buried the stock in his shoulder while bracing over the hood. Fully automatic weapons were dangerous as the temptation to let fly with everything all at once tended to leave many young and inexperienced soldiers quickly unarmed. Tal used short, controlled three round bursts instead. The closest Zombie, the first two rounds went left with the last round going through the skull. The second, first round hit the chest, second round hit the face, third went high. The final one was missed with the first round, but the second round hit the throat, and the third hit right between the eyes.
With the Zombies lying dead on the parking lot ground, Tal got back in his Hummer and backed through the front door to load supplies. He loaded up boxes of dried food and bottles of water, as well as several empty canteens with water purification tablets. He grabbed assorted camping gear as well, like all weather lighters, ponchos, sterno, compasses, sleeping bags, tents, three sturdy hiking backpacks, cold weather gear, and a sturdy pair of boots, plus a couple of fishing rods and supplies. He grabbed a hefty axe, two hatchets, and four survival knives, adding them to his offensive gear in the back. He also found a set up of motion sensing lights light hunters would use to alert them of game approaching. He managed to pile that into the back as well, figuring he could use it as an early warning system when he needed to sleep. Once he grabbed and packed all of the survival gear his experience told him he may need and secured it in the vehicle, he went after the guns. Unfortunately they didn’t have any pistol ammo, but he was quite happy with what he did find.
He loaded three Remington .12 gauge shotguns to his arsenal, plus a metal saw to saw one off. He found three boxed of 48 shells, and loaded up two of them, leaving the one he planned to saw off empty for now. That last thing he needed to do was accidentally blow his balls off. He also found himself a nice a M1903 with 19 five round clips. He grabbed the nicest scope they had, a high magnification night vision scope which may have all kinds of uses.
With a final gear check, he finally felt almost ready. He jumped in the Hummer and went in search of other survivors. Preferably sexy, large breasted, low virtue survivors. He drove off into the night.
In his movies, Tal would come in blazing with guns in each hand burning endless amounts of ammo for dramatic effect. It looked great on film, but was the silliest thing one could do. Most of the general public was unaware that Tal’s combat skills were genuine, and he slipped into professional mode. He wrapped the strap around his hand and buried the stock in his shoulder while bracing over the hood. Fully automatic weapons were dangerous as the temptation to let fly with everything all at once tended to leave many young and inexperienced soldiers quickly unarmed. Tal used short, controlled three round bursts instead. The closest Zombie, the first two rounds went left with the last round going through the skull. The second, first round hit the chest, second round hit the face, third went high. The final one was missed with the first round, but the second round hit the throat, and the third hit right between the eyes.
With the Zombies lying dead on the parking lot ground, Tal got back in his Hummer and backed through the front door to load supplies. He loaded up boxes of dried food and bottles of water, as well as several empty canteens with water purification tablets. He grabbed assorted camping gear as well, like all weather lighters, ponchos, sterno, compasses, sleeping bags, tents, three sturdy hiking backpacks, cold weather gear, and a sturdy pair of boots, plus a couple of fishing rods and supplies. He grabbed a hefty axe, two hatchets, and four survival knives, adding them to his offensive gear in the back. He also found a set up of motion sensing lights light hunters would use to alert them of game approaching. He managed to pile that into the back as well, figuring he could use it as an early warning system when he needed to sleep. Once he grabbed and packed all of the survival gear his experience told him he may need and secured it in the vehicle, he went after the guns. Unfortunately they didn’t have any pistol ammo, but he was quite happy with what he did find.
He loaded three Remington .12 gauge shotguns to his arsenal, plus a metal saw to saw one off. He found three boxed of 48 shells, and loaded up two of them, leaving the one he planned to saw off empty for now. That last thing he needed to do was accidentally blow his balls off. He also found himself a nice a M1903 with 19 five round clips. He grabbed the nicest scope they had, a high magnification night vision scope which may have all kinds of uses.
With a final gear check, he finally felt almost ready. He jumped in the Hummer and went in search of other survivors. Preferably sexy, large breasted, low virtue survivors. He drove off into the night.
They say that in the Army,
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.
the women are mighty fine.
They look like Phyllis Diller,
and walk like Frankenstein.