Post by Leon Silverblood on May 28, 2009 15:16:20 GMT -5
Leon follows Noah out of the bar and down the road, curious. He scans with his binoculars but finds nothing. Swearing to himself, Leon draws a flare gun and points it skyward. He draws a .22 pistol as well, the lightweight sidearm that shares ammunition with his rifle and keeps life simple.
He fires the flare up into the night and waits, staying out in the open where he has the best line of sight and where the newcomer can see him. Nothing can come around a corner, no zed can sneak up on him as long as he keeps his eyes peeled. He turns slowly, constantly, watching for zeds whose attention he may have drawn, pistol cocked and pointing wherever his eyes go. "Noah. Stay with me. Back to back. And for fuck's sake, do you have a gun?!" he whispers.
He fires the flare up into the night and waits, staying out in the open where he has the best line of sight and where the newcomer can see him. Nothing can come around a corner, no zed can sneak up on him as long as he keeps his eyes peeled. He turns slowly, constantly, watching for zeds whose attention he may have drawn, pistol cocked and pointing wherever his eyes go. "Noah. Stay with me. Back to back. And for fuck's sake, do you have a gun?!" he whispers.
