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Sindrya wrote:A chrome station wagon sped along the highway leading to Deception Pass, swerving through abandoned cars littering the road. The driver, a 60-something old man sporting a thick beard, wearing a fur-collared bomber jacket and black jeans plus a pair of boots, held the steering wheel in one hand, while the other held a Remington 870 right beside the window. Sitting shotgun (the position, not weapon) was a half-Japanese young man, wearing a white t-shirt with the word "Faggot" printed across the chest area in a classic Fallout font, and a lightning bolt in front of the "o", complimented with a black Adidas training pants that normally used by Slavs to squat and greyish sports sneakers. The back seat was occupied by a lone elderly woman that looked about the same age as the driver.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jun'ichi Sanders - also known as "Johnny" - and his grandparents, Elliott and Diane Sanders. Elliott was a retired USMC personnel, held a rank of Captain before retiring, and also a 'Nam veteran, while Diane was the stereotypical American grandmother who always bakes cookies and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich whenever her grandson came home. Inside the car, music from the radio boomed, loud enough to tempt everyone in the car to sing along, but not enough to lure zombies because of the sound. The broadcaster, after bringing the latest news from various safe points in the States, apparently intended to dispel a little bit of the gloom, because he had choose "Will The Circle Be Unbroken?" as the next track. Unlike his grandparents who actually knew the song, Jun only knew the song because he played that game about a man trying to kidnap a girl from a floating city. Nonetheless, Jun sang along to the song, while his gramps hummed along to the tune.
"I was standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Will the circ- Gramps, your right."
Jun broke his singing to warn his gramps about a zombie catching up to their vehicle and trying to latch on the windows on his grandpa's side, and it just had to be in their luck to have both side windows smashed open because they were being swarmed right before they left Mt. Vernon. "Goddammit.", Elliott swore, before aiming the barrel of his shotgun right at the zombie's head and pulled the trigger. Looking at the zombie's head exploded into a pile of chunky salsa, Elliott pulled back the shotgun and and pumped it with one hand. All that done with the gesture and reflex of a seasoned veteran, not even showing the effect of his aging bones. He did complain, however. "Any more of this drive-by shooting and I swear my arm's gonna break.", he said. "We've been driving non-stop for one hour and a half since we left Seattle. If I were twenty years younger I won't complain, but I'm sixty-seven, for God's sake!"
"You're a Marine, gramps. Where's that 'Semper Fi' gone?", Jun joked. Elliott grumbled in response, "My 'Semper Fi' was gone the moment I left the Marines."
The song still carried on. Picking up the tune, Jun resumed singing along.
"I said to the undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbro- oi! Yaro! (Bastard!)"
It never last long, huh? Another zombie just had to jump towards the window on Jun's side. Quickly reacting, Jun grabbed his fire axe and swung the blunt side towards the zombie's head (he didn't want to chop the door), disorienting it and took it off the window. As the zombie rolled on the road, Jun stuck out his head and screamed "Betsu jidousha wo shutokunda, boke! (Get another car, dumbass!)"
Pulling his head back in, he sighed and laid his back on the seat. Looking at the rear-view mirror, he saw at least twenty or more zombies starting to chase the car. Elliott, noticing this, grumpily commented, "They just don't know when to stay dead, don't they?"
Jun quickly got an idea. "Well, gramps, I think they're just.... dying to get to us.", he said, chuckling, thinking that was a clever pun.
Which only earned him a smack of the shotgun's stock from Elliott and a disapproving look from Diane, making him muttering "Itte (Ouch)" while rubbing the spot that just got hit. "What the hell was that for, gramps?", he questioned.
"Just be grateful that wasn't as hard as when I hit you for saying 'Time to Seattle down' when you first came to my house.", Elliott grumpily stated.
It was then when they noticed a convoy of vehicles moving in front of them, going on the same direction as theirs. Straining his old eyes, Elliott could make out a Stryker and a MRAP leading the convoy. Knowing that they've found a convoy of survivors led by the military brought some kind of relief, though both Elliott and Jun knew that it was too soon to feel relieved. Picking up the speed, Elliott queued the car with the convoy. He blared the horn, as if to signify they've got another vehicle joining, and stuck his head out, intending to talk to the car in front his - namely, the car at the back of the convoy. Meanwhile, Jun stuck his head out simply due to boredom, and wanted to see the face of another human that wasn't bloodied or half-torn.
"Hey there!", Elliot shouted. "You folks headin' to Fort Casey?"
by Sindrya » Sun Sep 11, 2016 6:24 am
Kyraina wrote:Sindrya wrote:A chrome station wagon sped along the highway leading to Deception Pass, swerving through abandoned cars littering the road. The driver, a 60-something old man sporting a thick beard, wearing a fur-collared bomber jacket and black jeans plus a pair of boots, held the steering wheel in one hand, while the other held a Remington 870 right beside the window. Sitting shotgun (the position, not weapon) was a half-Japanese young man, wearing a white t-shirt with the word "Faggot" printed across the chest area in a classic Fallout font, and a lightning bolt in front of the "o", complimented with a black Adidas training pants that normally used by Slavs to squat and greyish sports sneakers. The back seat was occupied by a lone elderly woman that looked about the same age as the driver.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jun'ichi Sanders - also known as "Johnny" - and his grandparents, Elliott and Diane Sanders. Elliott was a retired USMC personnel, held a rank of Captain before retiring, and also a 'Nam veteran, while Diane was the stereotypical American grandmother who always bakes cookies and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich whenever her grandson came home. Inside the car, music from the radio boomed, loud enough to tempt everyone in the car to sing along, but not enough to lure zombies because of the sound. The broadcaster, after bringing the latest news from various safe points in the States, apparently intended to dispel a little bit of the gloom, because he had choose "Will The Circle Be Unbroken?" as the next track. Unlike his grandparents who actually knew the song, Jun only knew the song because he played that game about a man trying to kidnap a girl from a floating city. Nonetheless, Jun sang along to the song, while his gramps hummed along to the tune.
"I was standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Will the circ- Gramps, your right."
Jun broke his singing to warn his gramps about a zombie catching up to their vehicle and trying to latch on the windows on his grandpa's side, and it just had to be in their luck to have both side windows smashed open because they were being swarmed right before they left Mt. Vernon. "Goddammit.", Elliott swore, before aiming the barrel of his shotgun right at the zombie's head and pulled the trigger. Looking at the zombie's head exploded into a pile of chunky salsa, Elliott pulled back the shotgun and and pumped it with one hand. All that done with the gesture and reflex of a seasoned veteran, not even showing the effect of his aging bones. He did complain, however. "Any more of this drive-by shooting and I swear my arm's gonna break.", he said. "We've been driving non-stop for one hour and a half since we left Seattle. If I were twenty years younger I won't complain, but I'm sixty-seven, for God's sake!"
"You're a Marine, gramps. Where's that 'Semper Fi' gone?", Jun joked. Elliott grumbled in response, "My 'Semper Fi' was gone the moment I left the Marines."
The song still carried on. Picking up the tune, Jun resumed singing along.
"I said to the undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For this lady you are carrying
Lord I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbro- oi! Yaro! (Bastard!)"
It never last long, huh? Another zombie just had to jump towards the window on Jun's side. Quickly reacting, Jun grabbed his fire axe and swung the blunt side towards the zombie's head (he didn't want to chop the door), disorienting it and took it off the window. As the zombie rolled on the road, Jun stuck out his head and screamed "Betsu jidousha wo shutokunda, boke! (Get another car, dumbass!)"
Pulling his head back in, he sighed and laid his back on the seat. Looking at the rear-view mirror, he saw at least twenty or more zombies starting to chase the car. Elliott, noticing this, grumpily commented, "They just don't know when to stay dead, don't they?"
Jun quickly got an idea. "Well, gramps, I think they're just.... dying to get to us.", he said, chuckling, thinking that was a clever pun.
Which only earned him a smack of the shotgun's stock from Elliott and a disapproving look from Diane, making him muttering "Itte (Ouch)" while rubbing the spot that just got hit. "What the hell was that for, gramps?", he questioned.
"Just be grateful that wasn't as hard as when I hit you for saying 'Time to Seattle down' when you first came to my house.", Elliott grumpily stated.
It was then when they noticed a convoy of vehicles moving in front of them, going on the same direction as theirs. Straining his old eyes, Elliott could make out a Stryker and a MRAP leading the convoy. Knowing that they've found a convoy of survivors led by the military brought some kind of relief, though both Elliott and Jun knew that it was too soon to feel relieved. Picking up the speed, Elliott queued the car with the convoy. He blared the horn, as if to signify they've got another vehicle joining, and stuck his head out, intending to talk to the car in front his - namely, the car at the back of the convoy. Meanwhile, Jun stuck his head out simply due to boredom, and wanted to see the face of another human that wasn't bloodied or half-torn.
"Hey there!", Elliot shouted. "You folks headin' to Fort Casey?"
The convoy pulled to the side. The convoy itself was made up of a MRAP, a Styrker, a personalized Toyota Tundra that had a kayak on top a trailer on the back, a Indian Scout Motorcycle, and a Supercar. As the Convoy came to a halt, the soldiers jump out of both The MRAP, and the Stryker. Two Soldiers dropped the ramp on thee back of the trailer that was on the Tundra. Joseph loaded it up, jumped off, took his helmet off, put it in the truck, grab his AR-15, and approached the station wagon with the Sergeant.
As the Sergeant was about to answer, Joseph stopped him.
"Yes Sir, we are. You are welcome to come along. We can use the spare..........."
The M2 on the MRAP, and and the 20mm on the Stryker opened fire on a advancing horde of zombies.
"Everyone one move now. Styrker up front Mrap at the back. Go, Go, Go!" The Sarge said as troops got back In the Two Armored Vehicles and two jumped into the back of Joseph's truck.
The Styrker took off, followed by the Civilian Vehicles, and then followed by the MRAP.
by Kyraina » Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:31 am
Sindrya wrote:Kyraina wrote:The convoy pulled to the side. The convoy itself was made up of a MRAP, a Styrker, a personalized Toyota Tundra that had a kayak on top a trailer on the back, a Indian Scout Motorcycle, and a Supercar. As the Convoy came to a halt, the soldiers jump out of both The MRAP, and the Stryker. Two Soldiers dropped the ramp on thee back of the trailer that was on the Tundra. Joseph loaded it up, jumped off, took his helmet off, put it in the truck, grab his AR-15, and approached the station wagon with the Sergeant.
As the Sergeant was about to answer, Joseph stopped him.
"Yes Sir, we are. You are welcome to come along. We can use the spare..........."
The M2 on the MRAP, and and the 20mm on the Stryker opened fire on a advancing horde of zombies.
"Everyone one move now. Styrker up front Mrap at the back. Go, Go, Go!" The Sarge said as troops got back In the Two Armored Vehicles and two jumped into the back of Joseph's truck.
The Styrker took off, followed by the Civilian Vehicles, and then followed by the MRAP.
Elliott smiled when he heard the answer, and was about to voice his relief, until suddenly he heard the familiar sound of machine gun fire. If he didn't have a better control over his own mind, he would have experienced another bout of 'Nam flashback, while screaming "The Charlies! The Charlies are on the trees!" over and over. Luckily, he did. Though that didn't stop him from shouting "Sir, yes sir!" in response to the sergeant barking his orders. Looks like he didn't really have a complete control over it.
As soon as the convoy started moving, the war veteran hit the gas, following the convoy, now that he and his family is officially a part of it. He grabbed the shotgun with one free hand and passed it at Jun. "Your turn to shoot.", he said simply.
"I thought the MRAP behind us will take care of the horde following us?", Jun argued.
"Who can guarantee that they won't miss one or two zombies?", Elliott retorted. "We're the second line of defense, since we're directly ahead of the MRAP. Besides, I thought you've been wanting to shoot something for a while, now?"
Jun smiled. "You really can read me like a book, huh Gramps?"
Elliott only grinned. Now it was left to Jun, who were looking back and forth between the rearview mirror on his side and the one at his grandfather's side. When any zombies managed to catch up to them, he'll be ready to blow their heads off.
by Sindrya » Mon Sep 12, 2016 7:06 am
Kyraina wrote:Sindrya wrote:
Elliott smiled when he heard the answer, and was about to voice his relief, until suddenly he heard the familiar sound of machine gun fire. If he didn't have a better control over his own mind, he would have experienced another bout of 'Nam flashback, while screaming "The Charlies! The Charlies are on the trees!" over and over. Luckily, he did. Though that didn't stop him from shouting "Sir, yes sir!" in response to the sergeant barking his orders. Looks like he didn't really have a complete control over it.
As soon as the convoy started moving, the war veteran hit the gas, following the convoy, now that he and his family is officially a part of it. He grabbed the shotgun with one free hand and passed it at Jun. "Your turn to shoot.", he said simply.
"I thought the MRAP behind us will take care of the horde following us?", Jun argued.
"Who can guarantee that they won't miss one or two zombies?", Elliott retorted. "We're the second line of defense, since we're directly ahead of the MRAP. Besides, I thought you've been wanting to shoot something for a while, now?"
Jun smiled. "You really can read me like a book, huh Gramps?"
Elliott only grinned. Now it was left to Jun, who were looking back and forth between the rearview mirror on his side and the one at his grandfather's side. When any zombies managed to catch up to them, he'll be ready to blow their heads off.
The Mrap tried to move but two of its 4 wheels had sunk into mud, so it's men jumped out and started firing into the horde, several zombies falling to the fire, but The numbers where to great, door the men outside the MRAP, who soon fell, but the M2 .50 Call machine gun kept firing into the Zombie horde.
Meanwhile the Styrker lead the 3 vechiles away from thee zombies and towards the safe zone. The Stryker pulled over and the driver signaled for them to continue down the road to Deception Pass, and then to Fort Casey.
Joseph nodded, Saluted and went on.
The stryker turned around and went to go help their brother in arms.
Several minutes later The 3 vechiles passed over Deception Pass, and the bridge was closed, and was ready to blow at a moment's notice.
Several minutes later they stopped outside of Fort Casey.
Joseph climbed out of the truck. Grabbed his weapons and gear and walked over to the station wagon.
"I'm Joseph Bridges, Staff Sergeant, USAF, Retired. Who may I ask y'all are?"
by Kyraina » Tue Sep 13, 2016 9:15 am
Sindrya wrote:Kyraina wrote:The Mrap tried to move but two of its 4 wheels had sunk into mud, so it's men jumped out and started firing into the horde, several zombies falling to the fire, but The numbers where to great, door the men outside the MRAP, who soon fell, but the M2 .50 Call machine gun kept firing into the Zombie horde.
Meanwhile the Styrker lead the 3 vechiles away from thee zombies and towards the safe zone. The Stryker pulled over and the driver signaled for them to continue down the road to Deception Pass, and then to Fort Casey.
Joseph nodded, Saluted and went on.
The stryker turned around and went to go help their brother in arms.
Several minutes later The 3 vechiles passed over Deception Pass, and the bridge was closed, and was ready to blow at a moment's notice.
Several minutes later they stopped outside of Fort Casey.
Joseph climbed out of the truck. Grabbed his weapons and gear and walked over to the station wagon.
"I'm Joseph Bridges, Staff Sergeant, USAF, Retired. Who may I ask y'all are?"
Almost as if on reflexes, Elliott answered in a loud and clear tone, like the tone he used when he was speaking to fellow officer on the field. "Elliott Sanders, sir! Captain, United States Marine Corps, Third Division, Fourth Marine Regiment-"
Shit, the old soldier finally realized. Still no full control over it.
He eased himself, before continuing, using a tone that he used when speaking normally. "-Retired."
Jun looked at his grandfather solemnly. War changes a man, and the change is irreversible, huh?, he thought. The half-Japanese young man still held the Remington 870 in his arms, finding it almost fell to no use, since he only shot two of those zombies. The MRAP did a pretty decent job, even though it was being swarmed at first, the Stryker crew came back to help them.
After taking a few moments to ease himself, Elliott realized he still haven't introduced everyone. He gestured to the old lady in the back seat. "This is my wife, Diane.", he introduced, to which Diane smiled gracefully at the officer. "And this is my grandson, Jun'ichi.", he gestured again, towards the one on the seat beside him this time. Jun nodded. "Everyone called me Johnny. Or Jun." He shrugged. "Choose whichever you please."
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by Cainesland » Sat Sep 24, 2016 7:39 pm
Cainesland wrote:Orville made sure to shut off everything in his home, tv included, and locked his door behind him as he left his home. Probably for the last time. He climbed into his motorhome and put the key in the ignition and started to drive. He had already packed for a camping trip so he had plenty of stuff in the vehicle. A few cars were ahead of him but that was ok. About an hour went by and he arrived at the ferry. The few cars in front of him were admitted on, and soon after his rv was aboard the ferry he noticed that a bunch of people had started to amass behind and vehicles weren't being allowed on anymore. He considered it lucky he got on when he did.
Now that he was on the ferry he turned off the engine to save fuel. Opening the glovebox he took out a book and began to read. When he looked up, the 10 vehicles on the ferry had been consumed in a sea of people.
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