Clearing the Market

[jawdog]

((ooc:Wow!! I am sure stupid hold on I'll correct myself. I know I read it my mind must have been somwhere else. I was in a rush to wright it.))

[Scott Bruhn]

Scott had helped the Lieutenant up, and nearly dropped him due to the pain in his arm. Looking at it, he remembered the small skirmish before they had fallen back toward the general store. In it he had one of the jumpers attack him and gash his arm as he tried to reach for his Colt, probably got some of it's blood mixed with his, but now it seemed to break open again from the strain he put on it trying to help his CO up. Jogging to the nearest body, Scott ripped off a good size piece of the uniform and wrapped it around his arm, hoping to slow the bleeding long enough to get back to the store. Grabbing his CO, Scott walked cautiously back the way he had came from, listening to the mindless babble from the lieutenant.

"I couldn't save them. Those things just attacked us from all sides, like they were knew we were coming. But they couldn't have, they're not that smart. They don't even know how to open a damn door, let alone set up an ambush."

"Sir, please shut up, you're going to draw attention to us. The zombies are still out there, probably waiting for us to let our guard down." Scott told the man who instantly shut up.

"Hey Fred, I think I heard someone down this alley." Scott froze on the spot as he heard the voice.

Figures started to come around the corner at the far end, but it was only four. Scott pumped his trenchgun and aimed at the closest, who immediately stopped and raised his hands. "We're friendlies. We are the last of the survivors from the American squad back the way you came."

"Name and rank soldier!" Scott called out to the men.

"I'm Sergeant Collins. The men behind me are, Private Hamilton, PFC Ryman, and PFC King. Who are you?" Collins asked.

"Sergeant Bruhn." Scott said as he lowered is gun. "You and your men follow me, the survivors of my squad are holed up in a general store about three blocks from our position."

"I wouldn't go this way, Bruhn." Collins stated.

"Why not?"

"There were ten of us before we started that way." Collins said before leading his men in back toward the street they were just on. "Follow us and we can get to the store with minimal confrontation by those things."

Scott nodded and lead the Lieutenant the street.

Fifteen minutes later
They had finally reached the store to see that there was a bigger crowd of zombies out side the door then when Scott had left. The sound of two rifles shooting them was a welcome sound to Scott's ears. Where there was gunfire, there were survivors. Heading toward the alley that had the pipe they could use to climb up, the Lieutenant stopped in the middle of the street.

"Scott I'm counting on you to get these men out of here alive. Congratulations, I'm giving you a field promotion to Master Sergeant, those recruits should listen somewhat better now." He gave a crisp salute, then he pulled out a grenade and waited for the men to get to the window. Scott had seen this several times before, nothing he could say or do could make the Lieutenant change his mind. Giving him a farewell salute, Scott ushered the men to start climbing the pipe.

He started to climb when he heard his CO shout at the zombies, "Hey, you bastards want something to eat, come here!" Then in an instant the man was covered by body upon body of rotting flesh. In another instant, an explosion ripped through the bodies, sending limbs flying everywhere. Finishing his climb into the general store, Scott hoped that no more men would die in this hellhole and that Gordon and Ellis would hurry their ass' up and get here.

[Nathan Ellis]

[[OOC: ah, there's Scotty! Sorry bout the hurry up, but needed to get this moving.]]

The truck was only two blocks away when the lieutenant made a distraction of himself. The blast was well audiable to Nathan and Gordon.

"Shit, what the hell was that?" Nathan exclaimed quietly. Whatever it was, it just gave Nathan all the more reason to put his foot farther down on the pedal. Accelerating as he came around the corner, he could see the store only a block away. Letting off the gas, and letting the engine wind down as it came up on the store front, and then putting on a little brake, so as not to make too much noise. Looking around, Nathan noticed that it seemed as though somebody had painted the street with blood, and had used limbs as paintbrushes. A very gruesome site, for anyone.

Putting on the parking brake, Nathan jumped out of the truck, but only walked to the door. He didn't want to be mistaken for a Runner, or end up running right into a group of them, if that is what had happened. Extracting his pistol, Nathan walked up to the door and tapped on the door with the butt of the pistol, while staying behind the wall beside the door.

"Open up, your lovely chariot awaits!"

[jawdog]

Gordan nearly had a heart attack, He had never had any explosions before. :What is that nutter doing!?: Gordan thought to himself knowing that it was Scott risking his life for the safety of others. :Theres no way he'll survive this. At least he is a killer.:
he thought judging by the arms and other limbs everywhere.

Gordan got out of the truck covering Nathan. He scoped out the surrounding buildings. There was a feeling of something coming. Gordan's gut that said something was coming and fast. Gordan just ignored this for now. Out of the corner of his eye something moved on the ceiling. A lone crawler but it had not noticed them yet. Either he had to hope it would just leave or attempt to kill it in one shot. If not it might attract more infected that have not been following Scott.

"Nathan theres a crawler on that roof." Gordan whispered to Nathan as he was right behind him.

[Scott Bruhn]

Hearing Nathan say that their ride had arrived, Scott called out to his men, "Collins, you and your men on me. We need to make sure that there is a clear path to the truck and keep it that way. Everyone else, we'll send someone to get you, but be ready to make a run for it."

Scott lead the four men out the door and heard Gordon whisper about a crawler on the roof. Signaling for three men to stand by the back of the truck and the last to get the men out of the store, Scott drew his Colt. "Nathan, Gordon. Start the truck, NOW!" Scott whispered while drawing a bead on the creature. Hearing the men limp their way to the truck, Scott fired two rounds. The first hit it in it's throat, drawing it's attention, the second hit it's shoulder. He fired once more as it jumped off the wall and hit it square in the head.

[Nathan Ellis]

GM

Jumping into the driver's seat and gunning the engine just as Bruhn took the shots, Nathan pulled out his own pistol, incase it was needed. As the lone climber fell to the ground, another one nearby heard the shots and let out a ear filling screach. It had found the prey, and it was feeding time.

Hostiles would be on them quickly, and they needed to get the wounded loaded and get the hell out of dodge...

[[OOC: sorry, bit preoccupied.]]

[Scott Bruhn]

Scott stood near the back of the truck, literall shoving soldiers into the back. "Gordon, start the fucking truck!!! Ellis, get in." Scott shouted as he put the last in and hopped in himself. If they didn't get outta here now, they were screwed. As they started to pull away, Scott saw the first runners round a corner. He took aim and shot the last of his cip at them. Hitting one of them in the sholder and anither in the leg, sending it flying forward and hitting the ground. Scott grabbed his trenchgun and loaded it with as many shes as it would take.

[Nathan Ellis]

[[OOC: Alright, this post should finish this up. BTW, I had already started the truck and was sitting in the drivers seat ]]

Pulling away from the curb, Nathan took off down towards the end of the block. There wasn't enough room to turn around in the small streets, and even if there was, it would have slowed them down enough for their hunters to catch their prize. Going in a circle around the block until he intersected with a road he had taken on the way there, Nathan then back tracked himself. Heading towards the only safe place they had. The Wharfs.

Once safely behind the manned road blocks and barricades, Bruhn sent a runner to the field hospital to warn them of a large group of incoming wounded. And Nathan and Gordon helped with the unloading of the wounded, and sat down with Bruhn to grab a bite to eat in the facilities cafeteria, while they waited on word of his comrades.

[[OOC: Payment for participation. 34 posts x $2 x 1.25 (gordon only gets half participation bonus) = $85 you may add to your bank account. And don't start another thread right away. (as if i have to worry bout that)]]