Knox County

[Heart Thorns]

As Jon was handed a rifle and pills that read 'Beta Blockers' he quickly put the pills on a counter and ran to a window. He usually used his heart rate, and adrenal flow to his advantage in situations like this. After shooting the rifle once he got the feel for this brand of rifle, it was the very stereo-typical Kalashnikov style rifle, which he had never used. As the once average citizens moved closer to the house he fired a round. He only had 7 bullets in his clip total, meaning he was going to need ammo, and soon. When he heard the heart dropping *click* of the empty cartridge, he got back from the window and started to run upstairs until he saw that Liam was standing there looking at the gun. "Are you going to do something with that, or stare at it, and wait for those meat-bags out there to get us?" Jon yelled as he ran back down the stairs, "Take the pills, put the stock of the rifle into your shoulder aim, release the safety, then fire. If you didn't know already. Or we can all sit here and wait for them to tear the door down, what will it be?"

[Ryan Naismith]

In just about as many seconds, he had dropped three more targets, a wolf with an eye hanging out of it's socket, a fox with a missing tail, and a bull.  but, as he expected, the silencer still attracted some, about six or seven.
If his ammo held out, he could hold out for a while. but, he likely wouldn't. So he paced himself, being very careful with his shots, making sure that he didn't miss. Then, with a dreadful clicking noise, his next shot didn't shoot. He knew he had the ammo... his rifle had fired twenty-five bullets, and he had loaded the magazine with twenty-eight.
Then, his rifle exploded. It was a small explosion, that left little more than superficial scars, but an explosion nonetheless. and that meant it was loud.
"Ah...F*ck!" He curses, patting himself down to make sure the wounds were as superficial as he though they were.

[coolcoyote]

Liam seemed to snap to attention. His eyes were wild with fear. "Who knew they sold courage in a bottle these days?" He chittered noisily.  Not even he knew why he was joking around at a time like this. Finding a window the pine marten chose a target, took aim, and cursed loudly after hesitated. It took a moment to remind himself that these were not people, not anymore.

Taking a breath he pulled the trigger. He was surprised by the kick but even more surprised at actually hitting the zombie. It was a pitty the bullet passed harmlessly through the chest.

Realitivly speaking.

The bullet may not have killed the thing but it still damaged the creature, breaking bones and tearing muscle.

And yet it still lumbered forward.

Liam gulped. He aimed a little higher and fired again. And once more before the undead abomination fell over dead.

"Hey! I got one!" He began to shout when he heard the small explosion up stairs. "What in the blazes?"

[Ryan Naismith]

“I’m…okay!” Marion shouted, shaking his head. It had received some glancing shrapnel wounds, but nothing a little peroxide and bandages wouldn’t fix.
That is, if he managed to live long enough to use them.
He took a brief moment from checking himself over to check through the window he was shooting through. As he predicted, the infected were coming out of the woodworks
Marion cursed loudly, rushing back to his armory, which was thankfully on the second floor. The food and ammo however, were on the first.
 “carry as much ammo as you can up to the second floor!” he shouted, taking two ammo-cans of .223 to the top of the stairs, quickly rushing back down to pick up some more. Ignore the zombies for now, bring the ammo up!”
He shouted various other frantic instructions as he continued to ferry more and more ammo of various calibers (mostly .223 and 7.62x39) to the top of the stairs, preparing for a siege. Which is what this was going to be, he knew.

[coolcoyote]

( ooc Sorry for the wait. Ill post over the week. Is it just us now? How shall we explain the other players absence? O.o)

[Ryan Naismith]

((let's just say he walked by a barricade and zombies grabbed him

Post Merge: April 16, 2015, 05:18:43 PM((well I'm taking control of jon, to kill him.))


"H-help!" someone screamed from downstairs. It was the scream of a man who knew he was dead. He couldn't tell if it was Jon or the fat guy, but he sure as hell hoped it was the fat guy. He would likely be quite the drain on his resources, and getting him back in shape would be quite the chore.
Marion cursed loudly as his hopes were dashed. It was NOT the fat guy. it was Jon, the engineer. He looked around briefly for the rifle that Jon had likely dropped, and after not finding it, let out another, much longer and louder stream of profanities.
"God...Fat*ss! get over here, give me your rifle!"
The dragon's eyes widened, but he made no move. he knew he was dead. The large bite mark on his chest proved that.

[coolcoyote]

(( lol i was going to make his fate ambiguous so he could join back up later on if je wanted but this works since we havnt hewrd from him in a while ))

Liam fired once into the hoard, he chambered another bullet and fired again. "You got a back way out of this deqth trap?" Liam tosses the gun to the dog and readies his...wait, where was his hatchet?! The plump pine marten looms around the room and spots his trusty hatchet, at the feet of a zombie.

It fell out during the scuffle! "Oh blast..." liam said as he tried to leap behind the shepard.

Yes...Liam is certainly living up to his expectations of uselessness.

[Ryan Naismith]

"I'm sorry..." Marion said. It was really all he could say. Maybe if he had known him better, he could have said 'I'll miss you.' or ' I liked how you cooked pie.' or some other null phrase.
But he didn't. And he couldn't lie to a dying man.
So, he brought the stock of the polish AK-47 copy to his shoulder.
Align the front sight post with the rear sight post... then align the two over your target
He aligned the two sight nooks over the dragon's head, and blinked
"I'm sorry..."
He said again, before pulling the trigger.

[coolcoyote]

Liam flinched as he watched yet another good person meet their end to the horde.

Then the plump pine marten remembered that they were about to join in their fallen comrades fate if they didn't get out of here!

"We are over run! You got a back way out of this place?" The marten asked in a justifiably terrified voice.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Sh!T!" Marion cursed, adding to the veritable stream of curses spewing out of his mouth by this point "It's a siege! only way we're gonna win this is by shooting our way out!"
The former police officer took in long, ragged breaths. it was all he could do to keep from hyperventilating. which would be bad.
"Fat@ss!" The shepherd screamed "Get as much ammo as you can, and ferry it up to the stairs! once you've made three trips, call me! Then I'll come upstairs!"
The police officer grunted as he threw the steel magazine of his Kalashnikov onto the ground, fishing a new one from his pouches, shoving it into the rifle, and quickly resuming shooting at the approaching horde

[coolcoyote]

"Sure sure, let me do all the heavy lifting." The marten said gruffly as he hurried about his task. Up and down the stairs he went, carrying ammo and supplies.

He wasn't a survivalist by far, but he had seen the movies. So that counted for something right? Zombies were not very smart creatures. He hoped at least. If they could only distract the horde long enough to escape.

The marten paused at the top of the stairs as he weighed a box of ammo in his paw. "Hey Shepard! You got a bottle of whisky and a lighter? I'm going to do something stupid."

[Ryan Naismith]

"good god NO!" The shepherd shouted back "That's just fVcking moronic!" Marion paused, taking down a walker with a missing face, and another with stubs for arms
"We draw them all to one side of the house, then climb out the second floor of the other when it's relatively clear! that way we can use the place after the Zeds disperse!

[coolcoyote]

Well, so much for that idea, thinks Liam. Paws on his hips the marten shouted back, "Well if you got any bright ideas on how to do that, I'm all ears. It's not like we can just toss empty bottle of beer out the window while calling for the zombies to dinner now can we?"

A moment passes. "I'll get things to toss out the window. You just keep that back rout clear of zombies."

(Gah! So sorry for the wait so so sorry! I dont know how I missed this!?)

[Drakeyboy]

Pat was holed up in her own building at the time the fight started. She was trying to get a little rest because she had been walking for the past few days getting back from the barricaded border. this whole trip was a waste and now she was probably going to die. Armed with nothing but her dead grandfather's shotgun and a few golf clubs she was just buying time till the inevitable happened. If she at least had a friend or two maybe sh-... he train of thought was broken by the sound of a explosion. It wasn't too far away and if that was the case there might be a survivor. She grabbed the shotgun and made sure her bag had her supplies in it. Check. She needed to hurry or she might just miss them.

[Ryan Naismith]

As Marion fought, blasting away at the encroaching horde, he realized one thing.
He was going to die here.
He looked at the fat pine marten.
He would too.
But...
If he just... happened to be nearby when the marten was throwing something out the window, preferably something particularly heavy... well, a small push in the right direction would be all that was needed.
Nightmares would plague him for the rest of his existence... but at least he would live to have those nightmares.
and, right now, with the whitewashed walls seemingly closing in around him, any hope for survival, however wrong, degenerate, or immoral, was the reason why he wouldn't turn his rifle around to blow his own brains out, spare himself from the fate of being torn apart and eaten by a thousand ravenous ghouls.