(for those of you who've seen 1.3, this is different people.)
"s**t." Brady pulled his bat off of his back and walked backwards towards his friends "Grant, your gonna have to help me here." He stared at the oncoming horde of infected. There must have been at least 80, by his count, and he closed the door to the small bistro he and his group were waiting around in.
"I'm working on it, this isn't an easy gun to reload, y'know." Grant fumbled the bullets into the chamber of the tommy gun. "Tomas, can you pick 'em off for me?" The mute man to his left nodded and pulled back the lever. The single fire rifle dropped two with a shot, Tomas pulled back again and let off another shot before he slammed his hand against the table to get Grant's attention. "On it!" Grant walked forward, the heavy mac gun blazing a stream of hot lead on the group who was getting unbearably close.
"Here it comes!" Shivu came from the bathroom, a molotov in each of her hands, tossing them out into the crowd near the door. "Damn them! There is too many, the cocktail will not last for long!" Her accent and length proper english were stressed out from yelling and screaming. She turned just in time to see Alan running around the bend with a leaf blower, turning it on pushing the flames outward.
Brady looked at it and shuffled around in his pocket, pulled out a lighter and let it rip infront of the gas spewing leaf blower, causing the flames to drive higher. When the flames died down, the mass throng of people lay roasting in the alcohol and gas fed pyres.
"Nice goin', Brady boy." Alan tossed the leaf blower away and walked back to Shivu, who was attending to Jill, who was knocked out from a juggernaut hurling a crate at her, looked outside "I think we may be safe for the moment, but in a while I do not think that shall stay the same."
Grant lit a cigarrette and sat at a chair "Yep. I'll keep track of the outside with Tomas, you guys just try to wake the lass up."
 OurFinalHour · Tue Oct 13, 2009 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |
