Post by Redwave on Jun 22, 2007 15:20:44 GMT -5
Redwave cycled down the street, leading a few Zeds at a comfortable distance. Here and there he would pass a couple more, and they'd blindly stumble around and chase after his bike.
Seeing his pack in the middle of the street he took a quick glance at the small group following about 100 yards back.
That should do.
Redwave's bag was a large 80 gallon camping backpack, with the label Malton Outfitters. Pulling out a dry sack with "explosives - don't touch" sharpied onto the side, he plucked out a couple roman candles and 4 large drums labeled "Black Mamba". Shoving the rest back into the pack he set them all in a row. Then, out of the corner of his eye...
"Hot damn!"
The pistol he had lost earlier was in the gutter. A Glock, with that most heavenly of ammo in the clip - hollow point rounds. One shot could separate a Zombie's head from it's shoulders. Sure, he only had 8 rounds of hollow point left, but it was a damn sight better than a rusty pickax.
The Zombies had covered half the ground to his fireworks display by now, but he still had a couple minutes. Just enough time to light all these off in sequence.
"Here goes nothing." He said, while lighting the first Black Mamba and a Roman Candle.
Seeing his pack in the middle of the street he took a quick glance at the small group following about 100 yards back.
That should do.
Redwave's bag was a large 80 gallon camping backpack, with the label Malton Outfitters. Pulling out a dry sack with "explosives - don't touch" sharpied onto the side, he plucked out a couple roman candles and 4 large drums labeled "Black Mamba". Shoving the rest back into the pack he set them all in a row. Then, out of the corner of his eye...
"Hot damn!"
The pistol he had lost earlier was in the gutter. A Glock, with that most heavenly of ammo in the clip - hollow point rounds. One shot could separate a Zombie's head from it's shoulders. Sure, he only had 8 rounds of hollow point left, but it was a damn sight better than a rusty pickax.
The Zombies had covered half the ground to his fireworks display by now, but he still had a couple minutes. Just enough time to light all these off in sequence.
"Here goes nothing." He said, while lighting the first Black Mamba and a Roman Candle.
