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Post by Noah on Apr 30, 2009 19:51:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, no one complained when they created McDonald's but see where that went."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 1, 2009 15:33:52 GMT -5
Rolling onto his back, Leon stares up at the ceiling and grimaces as his head begins to swim. "I'm not gonna look. Someone tell me. Just tell me I have two god damned arms again, and two legs."
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Post by Sarpek on May 1, 2009 16:03:33 GMT -5
There is a deep throaty rumble followed by a honking as teh front doors of the warehouse open. A large heavily armored garbage truck rolls out. It makes several laps of the block, before pulling back into the warehouse, which closes.
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Post by Noah on May 1, 2009 16:08:34 GMT -5
Noah manages to crawl out from under the rubble. His vision has cleared up considerably.
"Yes, Leon. You have two arms, two legs, and one ugly face."
He walks over to the bar and tries to wipe off some of the plaster dust that covers him.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 1, 2009 18:39:00 GMT -5
The DJ hops over to his usual spot and clears off some of the rubble. He pulls a few FAKs from under his floorboards. He tosses some of the FAKs to both Leon and Noah, then proceeds to treat himself, starting with the gunshot wound in the arm from Noah. The DJ looks around, and starts digging in his floorboard supply spot.
"Anyone got a toolbox? I don't think it'll be safe with only one wall defending us from those damn zeds...Seeing that three sides of the bar has been knocked down considerably..."
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Post by Sarpek on May 1, 2009 19:06:37 GMT -5
There is a throaty Roar, and the garbage truck turned tank pulls up to the Elbow Room. Sarpek pops out through a hatch in the top of the cab. "Heard you guys had a spot of wall trouble." There is a clanking as the rear hatch opens, and a construction crew climbs out, and begins speedily rebuilding. "These are my crew. They listen to me, so they should listen to you." It is only now realized that the crew is made entirely of Zeds.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 1, 2009 19:21:48 GMT -5
"Yea, alright, Sarpek....Can you tell this crew member of yours to stop trying to bite me?"
The DJ is wrestling with one of the crew member. Another crew member walks over to the fight, and joins in.
"Now, seriously, Sarpek. One is enough...But two??!?"
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Post by Sarpek on May 1, 2009 19:40:28 GMT -5
Sarpek walks over, and gives each Zombie a jab with a cattle prod, after which they return to their work. "Sorry about that. They're like this around fresh meat. " While they twitch, he revives his crew.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 2, 2009 1:53:56 GMT -5
(Happy 100th page, Elbow Room!)
Standing up very slowly, Leon touches his face and peels off a bunch of leathery, pasty skin. "Damn, that IS ugly..." and whips it offhandedly away. The mess of rotten whatever-the-hell-that-is smacks into Sarpek and sticks to him. "Jesus. I go try to help defend The Quartly- what was that? Last week? And the next thing I know I'm Leon Silverblood, Super-zed." He patches himself up, nodding thanks to DJ for the first aid kit.
Finishing, he begins patting his chest pockets, then finds one half-attached but still holding the pack of cigarettes he received before heading to the QSG fight. It's got some blood-crust on it, but he shrugs, opens it, and is rewarded with shining white paper and brown filters. Leon grins. Some things can brighten any day. He sparks it up, then reaches for the shotgun on the bar and fires one of Sarpek's laborers before the round of revives begins. "hehe. Good to be harman again." *puff*
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Post by Sarpek on May 2, 2009 7:59:57 GMT -5
Sarpek twitches slightly, and plucks the skin from his chest. "Leon, you are one crazy Mofo."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 2, 2009 13:39:58 GMT -5
"I've been called worse, I think. Probably by Harrison. What are we doin'?'"
He drops the shotgun and looks around, choosing a lonely-looking .22 carbine and giving it the once over before fishing for ammo behind the bar.
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Post by Vito The Don on May 2, 2009 16:16:41 GMT -5
Vito burst in the door firing his gun as usual. "I'll tell you what you're doing, you're getting the hell out of here. The problem with the Branzini's quickly turned into a problem with the Gambiones which in turn pissed off a couple o' cells of the IRA and some zombies and it's a goddamn warzone out there!" He runs over to the bar and pulls what looks to be an RPG from what everyone though had been a suspicious corner. He fires it out the door and is rewared with an explosion and several screems. "Luckily I got my guys out of there before it really heated up, but we have to get out of here. DJ there still that cellar tunnel to the mall here?"
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Post by Sarpek on May 2, 2009 16:32:17 GMT -5
Sarpek runs outside, followed by his crew. They pile into the rear of the truck, which hisses shut. The motor roars, and the truck runs forward, bullets spanging off the thick steel armor plate, zombies crushed under the wheels. The two forklift arms for lifting dumpsters slide down in front of the cab, bring a large angled steel plate down, covering the front of the truck. It rams into a car, smashing it over, pushing it ahead of it. The truck stops, and with a rattle, gun slits open in the sides, and small arms fire pours out into the surviving enemies. The slots close again, and the truck rumbles on.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 2, 2009 19:19:26 GMT -5
He nods approvingly as he watches Sarpek's vehicle roll out like an angry snowplow. "Well where exactly are we going, Vito?" Leon puts the carbine's shoulder-strap on and pops a clip in. He loads up a pistol, too, and tucks it into it's shoulder sling. He takes a deep breath, feeling more comfortable than he has in years. "Sure is nice to be home again."
He kneels with the bar at his back and starts popping zombies 3 at a time, zeroing in the rifle's sights. Switching to a fresh magazine, he reloads the first from a box in a backpack he's found, switches the rifle to safe, pushes it to his back and draws the pistol again before stepping to the door, cocking it, and waiting for Vito's reply.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 2, 2009 19:29:27 GMT -5
"Yea, that cellar tunnel is still there. Except I have no idea if those zombie crocs are still in there..."
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