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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:56 pm
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keith listend to the man speak for a while, the man's name was Cameron. Now it was keith's turn to speak. "....wheres my wepons? I'm defencless now..." Cameron noded and they where laying under the table. keith put them back in his sack except the gun. He couldn't trust this guy, yet. "I'm keith. Come from the east. nothing but those shits every were." keith contiued, "I was fleeing from too many..." Keith then rememberd the vauge image of his brother dieing. he sat there and stared. Cameron replied, "well?" keith continued, "my brother. he got infected, they bit him on our way here because we heard that it was safe on the radio. Lucky for him they all got him before he became one of them. Anyways, I managed to escape and used an abandond bus to get here. I crashed just over the neighborhood and some of these "Zombies" where chasing me. I cut through a house and made it here losing them." Cameron looks a bit surprised to hear that keith did all of his evading on foot. keith stands up with the gun in his hand and waves it in the air casually, "thanks for stitching me up." Cameron nods. "so what makes you think this place is safe? I mean...I just broke in, so can those zombies. Maybe even an untrustworthy person. Dont you have anyone in that watch tower I saw? They would warn you right? But thats not enough. How many people are camped here?" before Cameron opens his mouth a motor bike is heard blankly through the silence of the night...then a crash. keith says quickly, "...and I thought I was a horrible driver. Hope we dont get company...."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:18 pm
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Cameron took a wary step back as Keith waved his gun about, almost pointing his .22 at the man out of instinct. He resisted though. Before he could tell himm anything about the town, there was a loud roar of a motorcycle pushing its limits, followed by a horrific crashing noise. Cameron suddenly got a very very worried look on his face.
"Stay here," Cameron said, running out of the room, leaving the house. Keith could see him through the window as Cameron talked with a man in the watch tower. Cameron then got an even more shocked look on his face. He ran back into the house, but before Keith could say anything he walked past the room and into what looked like it was once a large closet, but was transformed into a sort of security and radio room where a young woman was sitting. Cameron walked past ehr as she talked to him as he pressed a red button. Suddenly, red lights started to dimly flash. No noise, just a dim red light constantly flashing. Everyone outside ran into the nearest house, locking the doors and pulling down heavy shutters over the windows. seven men came over to the wall, looking through peepholes with various weapons ranging from hunting rifles to M16's and M4's.
Cameron rushed into the room carrying an extra .22 rifle, looking directly at Keith.
"What's wrong?" Keith said worriedly.
"There was a motorcycle that crashed about a mile down the road. Before Randy in the tower could send for help, a van pulled up, throwing the driver and motorcycle into the back of the van."
"What does that mean? Maybe he was just helping them," Keith tried to say optimistically.
"No. I've seen people like this before. They come, act nice and friendly, then kidnap your best firend and her sisters, throwing them into an old car and driving off in a van as they're eaten alive inside the car," Cameron said, looking at the woman in the radio room.
"So, what? we're going to shoot him on sight? maybe he has something to trade, maybe he has news about a possible cure, or about the military retaking the States!" Keith tried to protest.
"You just don't get it do you. If we let someone like that in, there's no telling what they'll do. WE aren't going to shoot...first. But we won't let him in either, unless he has a pretty good God****ed excuse. C'mon, if you think you're up to it," Cameron said, throwing a .22 at Keith, who caught it, followed by four clips of ammo.
"Here's hoping they just want to pass on by," Cameron said as they walked outside to the guard tower.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:50 pm
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Cameron was up in the guard tower, Keith was down below with the others.
This was the reason he built the guard tower so no one could see inside, he thought to himself. He saw the van pull to a stop, the driver putting his arm out the window, waiting. Cameron knew that the stranger was waiting for him to make first contact. But he stood there, him and his men in complete silence. He knew that the man in the van was probably looking at the wall, for any flaws or weakpoints or hiding places. Cameron had been in this situation before. And it never ended well. Tey stranger would either attack first or wait until contact was made with them before attacking. Either way, some one always got killed, and ammo was wasted. Cameron hated the thought of killing another human being when they needed everyone they could to survive, but he put survival of his town before the numbers of newcomers coming in. Cameron was glad that he had designed the wall and guard tower so you could see out, but people couldn't see in. Cameron was getting nervous as what seemed like an eternity passed. In reality it was about 10 minutes, but Cameron and his men weren't moving. Never initiate contact. Always appear empty. Then when they do something stupid, catch them by surprise, kill them with ease, and move on, if they're friendly, we'll know. That was what Cameron told everybody that entered the town. He knew they didn't agree with it, he didn't even agree with it. But if it meant survival, then it was worth it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:34 pm
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Cameron watched closely from the guard tower. He saw another person climb into the passenger seat, and then begin conversation with the driver. Cameron hadn't expected this. He didn't think about the person that the driver had picked up earlier. She seemed fine, but Cameron was still wary to make first contact.
"Watch the passenger in case of gunfire. We don't know if she's associated with him or not. Just watch your aim. If it hits the fan, aim for the driver, only shoot the passenger if she fires first," Cameron whispered very quietly to the men below him. He knew that the people in the van couldn't hear him. He watched as the man threw the cigarette butt out the window. Cameron was starting to get annoyed aty the time it had passed with no attempt at contact from the driver. But, Cameron had a very, very strong will, and so did his men. They would wait until the driver acted first, whether it was to attack, initiate first contact, or leave.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 4:30 pm
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