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Post by bahamas on Oct 17, 2010 0:30:31 GMT -5
Finally, a place to rest and gather their thoughts. He felt like collapsing on the floor and crying, he felt like throwing up after having two more zombies killed right behind him, and he felt like crawling in that bed and just sleeping as if all of this was a bad dream and he was going to wake up from it. But he did none of that. Instead he stood there looking ill and just listened to what Suhail commanded him to do. He didn't want to think at all really or else he'd start going off into panic mode again.
The boy blindly went over to the bed and looked underneath it. There was dust, a few lost socks, and a shoe box right in front. His tan hand reached out and dragged the box out from under the bed and in front of it. Lifting the lid, he saw something cold and shiny on the inside. A gun and ammo. He frowned, not liking what he saw. He never really enjoyed violence, and he especially didn't like guns. So he pushed the box aside and looked under again, trying to see if there was anything else. Just dust and socks. He cursed under his breath and sat back up, looking back in the box.
Maybe he could just give it to Morocco to use instead.
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Post by morocco on Oct 17, 2010 0:53:42 GMT -5
morocco peered from the corner of his eyes and saw him try to move the box away. he shifted over to the boy, peering over him and at the gun - a frown on his face. "take it, stop being a wuss." he muttered, ad shifted back to the desk. he would open the drawer, and after searching a bit around some more ammo for hisown gun - and in the corner of the room sat an armor set, two blades resting in front of it. he took the katana and strapped it to his hip, before trying to get a connection with his phone again.
"well, we have to go back out. its getting late, too." he mumbled, and after a moment he would shift on his heel, turning to the door. "here..." he mumbled, giving the poor a spare flash light he kept on him at all times just in case life went crazy like right now lol B( "take the gun, don't waste the bullets. stay at my side." with that, he opened the door and walked out into the hall, checking to see if it was clear before heading down the hall and towards what appeared to be stairs going down - and he hoped that it led to the door. hopefully.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 17, 2010 1:31:39 GMT -5
He glared up at him. He was the uke, he was allowed to be a pussy if he wanted to dammit B( Not to mention that those katanas were really convenient. This was really starting to become more and more like a video game. Next thing you know they're gonna find health packs laying around and save points. He sighed at his geeky thoughts and simply shook his head, taking the gun in his small hand. It was heavy. Really heavy. He didn't like the weight of it at all in his hands. It felt like a really heavy burden was just given to him. He couldn't imagine killing someone with this thing, zombie or not.
Only a few seconds of rest? Really? Baha looked irritated again as he shoved the rest of the ammo in his pockets and tried to keep the gun in his hands. He took the flashlight and followed him out into the hallway and to the stairs. His breath was held in his chest as he sticked close, hand shaking that held the heavy gun.
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Post by morocco on Oct 17, 2010 2:03:49 GMT -5
slowly, the two would creep down the stairs, and he was right. this sort of did remind suhail of a video game, but it wasn't that bad. in suhail's mind, having to fight someone who had a weapon back and was trying to kill you as well as even more frightening. a momentary pause, and he shifted at the bottom of the stairs, taking notice that the area seemed to be the grand ball room. they stepped upon the marble floor, his eyes shifting to the left and right - the massive amount of space somewhat creepy. he didn't want to have to deal with any of this shit right now. "keep up." he ordered, and began a slow jog towards the giant double doors, and once there he began to tug at the door trying to open it.
and then there was a loud groan, the groans multiplying rapidly, suhail turning around and directing the flash light towards the approaching horde of murdered souls, zombified. they came from both sides, and morocco took aim towards one side. "aim properly and shoot them in the head one by one!" he would say, beginning to let his gunfire flow, one by one picking off the crowd of what appeared to be ten minimum - but everytime one fell, another would instantly take its spot!
"fuck! shoot at will!"
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Post by bahamas on Oct 17, 2010 14:44:33 GMT -5
Yeah this was really bad news. A ballroom? That usually meant shit was gonna go down. Baha furrowed his eyes together, trying to let his eyes adjust to the complete darkness besides the small light that shone from their flashlights. His eyes wandered around the room, seeing pretty much nothing, before he realized Morocco was jogging on ahead. He let out a small gasp and scrambled after him, hearing groans come from behind.
SEE, shit was about to go down man!
Everette began to fumble with the gun, not sure how exactly to hold it properly, before he glanced over to Suhail and copied him. Fear spread throughout his body when his finger was on the trigger, but he didn't know what he feared more, dying or just killing someone. He was still young.. he didn't want to die! He aimed, and shot, the recoil surprising him a bit. But he still managed to hit one..
Dammit..
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