They hiked and hiked from the house, probably little over five miles before they could make out the distinct scenery of the police station in the midst. It looked like another mile away was a small chain linked fence with a series of buildings clumped together near it. Possibly houses formed into a small town but no one was sure, they needed to breach the mile distance before they could see clearer. They trek for another half hour before and take a break within spitting distance of the small town. They could make out movement inside the village but they weren’t sure if it was people or zombies.

That’s when they could make out the group of people coming towards them from over the other side of the hill. Carrying slain animals on large sticks as well as hunting rifles and shotguns on their shoulders. Andrija stands up and flags them down, “Here… come here.” Maria just pants from all the hiking as she grasps her chest in a futile action of self-pity. The group of hunters comes within speaking distance and holsters their rifles and shotguns.

The oldest of the group seemed to be the leader, “Hey, where did you come from?”

Andrija looks at Maria and smiles back at the group, “From Besonhurst, we made it out before the zombies descended on the city. We almost got killed but I put the three down when we reached a house further up the road. We burned the bodies and made it here in search for a town to stock up on supplies maybe even make residence.”

The leader of the group groped his burly chest as he eyed the two up and down, “Yeah, we don’t have a lot of supplies but we do have a general store and an armory. I am afraid we can’t give you anything without it being an official trade. We also can’t feed any more mouths permanently so they aren’t going to let you stay. Follow us into town and we can help you out with what is where.”

Maria smiles, “Do you have running water? I could use a bath.”

Andrija smiles, “Lets go to the general store first and stock up on supplies.”

The lead hunter smiles and navigates the way ahead of them as Andrija and his companion travel within the group until they reach the town. Small bungalows, trailer homes, and shipping crates presented themselves as humble abodes while an Ace Hardware store converted into a general store stood directly to the farthest right of the cluster fuck of homes. According to the pretend tour guide leading the group the jail and armory was on the left corner directly opposite of the Ace Hardware store on the far right. The Serb smiles as he and Maria continue walking towards the ace hardware sign; they can make out the older man, an aging fifty something with a golden brown mustache, piercing blue eyes, and a mouthful of rotting teeth.

Andrija smiles and the man smiles back but turns his focus to the attractive Maria, “Hello, welcome to contention.”

Andrija laughs, “Contention? That’s the name of the town?”

The old man doesn’t find it funny, “Yeah, is there a problem with the name?”

Andrija laughs even harder, “No, just the last movie I watched was Three Ten to Yuma and the town name was contention.”

The old man sympathizes and lets the offensive tirade go, “So anything I can help you with?”

Andrija looks and pulls out the wad of five hundred cash out of his pocket and the old man nearly rips it out of his hand. “What do you want for this? I have been looking for dollars for a long time and you my friend,” as he looks over the cash,” have five hundred of them.”

The Macedonian Serb smirks as he looks over the allotted items before him, he signals for Maria to grab the wheelbarrow and he grabs the three camel back bladders full of fresh water and tosses it inside the makeshift cart. He then pulls out boxes of ammunition they were selling, dumping four boxes of ammunition in, followed by the magazines stacked in a box with other assorted magazines. He used his current magazines for all his weapons as a guide to what he was picking up. He matched them up next to each other and could tell which one was which. He even saw empty two liter bottles of soda that he took.

Andrija pauses curious about where the town could of came across all this stuff, “Where exactly did you find this?”

The old man laughs, “Besonhurst

He could make out a tool bag with a portable impact wrench, bolts, screws, nails, a hammer, and a cordless drill. He tossed it inside and grabbed some of the scrap metal he found for sale, with it he tossed in welding tools, a car battery, and a gas operated generator. The Old man placed a small tank of gasoline into the barrel, “I give you this for free since you bought the generator.” Andrija went back to placing sheet metal and scrap metal into the wheelbarrow along with an opened box of MRE’s from off the shelf.

He places the extra magazines into his modular pouches and pulls the wheelbarrow out filled with new equipment he acquired from the old man. They decide it’s best to get to know some of the people in the town. They eventually make their way over to the armory where he sees a man inside a jail cell in the back of the sheriff’s office. Andrija smiles and a mouth full of grimy teeth smile back from the sheriff, “Who’s that in the back?”

The Sheriff laughs, “Some murderer we caught on the road. He raped and killed a woman then stole her belongings. We found him with all this crap and we realized that he probably stole it after he killed her.”

Andrija shakes his head, “What a terrible thing to do.”

Maria concurs and Andrija places a P22 on the counter of the armory. “What do you think I could get for this?”

The Sheriff laughs, “Damn look at that fancy one, P22. We have a lot of .22 caliber rounds since we raided the gunshop in Bensonhurst. I don’t have much to trade for it but I do have a Colt Single action army revolver, never jams, and can drop anything with legs hard. I named it the hand of god, we took it off a drifter who came into town causing trouble, he told me there is a curse on it but I don’t believe that crap. I don’t have a lot of ammo for it I hope that’s not a problem. I can spare this box of rounds as well as the holster and belt.”

Andrija squints as he slides the P22 down the table to the Sheriff and the Sheriff dumps down the gun inside the holster with the belt attached. Large silver and gold slugs sit inside small incisions made on the belt to hold it, decorating the otherwise boring leather belt. The gun was black as night, it had a gold crucifix on the handle and was already loaded with rounds. He opens the box of bullets on the table and the 100 round box is practically full with the .45 caliber bullets. Andrija smiles, “If that’s not a lot of rounds then I can’t even begin to imagine how many rounds you have for the P22.”

The Sheriff laughs and Andrija awkwardly looks over at the man in jail again. Sheriff Joe smiles, “He goes by the name of Jericho.”

Maria sighs, “Hmm.”

Andrija smiles, “Well nice meeting you Sheriff, I think we are going to get going.”

The Sheriff shakes his head, “It’s dark now, why don’t you guys stay here for the night and tomorrow you head back in the morning.”

Maria agrees, “Yeah, Andrija laughs, what’s wrong with now?”

The Sheriff’s voice hints at inflection as he tells his tale, “There are evil people out there, we think Mr. Jericho over there is one of them. They live in the basement of the police station, they snatch women to rape and kill, then they eat their flesh. We call them the slavers and the one time we tried to find them but we got ambushed by a group of Zombies on the main level before we could make it down to the basement. We still can’t figure out how they make it up and down so easily, so instead of attacking them we exercise defense by patrolling the town at night to make sure we keep the people safe.”

Andrija laughs, “That is some story.”

The Sheriff insists, “No story, it’s as real as Mr. Jericho over there.”

Andrija nods in acknowledgement, “Well, I guess we will just have to take our chances right.”

Sheriff nods, “I wish you wouldn’t with that pretty lady with you, but I can’t tell you what to do.”

Andrija laughs, “Your right.”

He orders Maria outside as he walks over to Jericho, “How bad do you want to be let out?”

Jericho smirks

Andrija smirks back, “Jericho, you and I are similar enough.”

Jericho laughs, “No, not yet we aren’t. I didn’t rape or kill anyone. Sheriff is a racist; he saw a black guy walking around with a lot of loot and assumed I was a murder. Then he concocted some story about me raping some girl and here I am in jail.”

The Sheriff slams his baton into the jail bar to scare Jericho into shutting up; Andrija stood up and turned his attention as the Sheriff pulled his baton back again to hit the bars. Time froze and Andrija could make out the big vein pumping full of blood, he draws the SOG seal pup knife he has and jabs him in the jaw spraying blood in every which direction as the Sheriff collapses gripping the puncture wound. Gargling blood the Sheriff reaches for the USP Pistol in his holster when the death throws kick in and he twitches like he is doing the hokey pokey. Andrija wipes the blood off his knife and kicks him in the head. He takes the keys off his belt as Jericho claps, “Bravo, Bravo but the deputies will be back eventually from their patrol.”

Andrija opens the cell and tosses Jericho the USP pistol as well as the extra magazines he pulled off of the Sheriff’s corpse. Jericho grabs the Remington 700 Hunting rifle on the table. He pulls out the box of ammunition for the hunting rifle and drops it into the backpack along with a Shemagh on the table. He pulls the Ka-Bar also from the Sheriff and stuffs it into the heavy work boot he has on. As the two are leaving Jericho grabs the lighter fluid off the table and tosses it into his backpack and the two of them meet Maria outside.

Her reaction is instant displeasure, “The fucking rapist, what, you let him out of jail?”

Andrija grabs the Wheel Barrow from her and the two of them cover him as he moves the contraption as fast as he can up the hill and back towards his house.

Jericho yells to Andrija as he is moving it, “Stay away from the Police station, we need to find somewhere else to stay.”

The Serb laughs as he pushes the wheeled cart as fast as he can, “We have a house, come with us to the house.”

Jericho laughs, “Great, lets get the fuck out of here.”

The Trio move as fast as they can back to the house that Andrija had cleared, it takes them little over an hour but after a while they reach it.

Note: I don’t know if you want to use a posse from the town coming to kill us instead of Zombies.


Requests:

- P22
+ Colt Single Action Army Revolver “Hand of God”
Box of .45 Caliber rounds
5 more cans of Food
[Box of 200 7.62 bullets]
6 Clips for the Glock 34
8 Clips for the Kimber Pro Covert
4 Magazines for the Romanian WASR
3 [Boxes of 100 .45 ACP Rounds]
Equipment to Fortify the house
Welding tools, Car Battery, gas operated generator
Small tank of Gas
3 Camel backs [Filled with water]
Box of 50 MRE’s
Sheet Metal
Wheel Barrow


Jericho –
Remington 700 Hunting Rifle [X8 Scope, Bipod]
USP [4 Magazines]
Ka-Bar
Lighter Fluid
[Box of 100 .30-06 Rounds]
[Box of 100 .45 Caliber Rounds]
Shemagh
Molle Pack - Backpack

You took a really big chance of trusting the guy, but it turned out to work in your favor. Good going. However, as you mentioned, the other officers will be back around after too long, discovering what has happened to the Sheriff, the missing prisoner and more than likely be hot on your tail.

Counter: The three of you are on your way back to the safehouse but little do you know, a group of seven town members from the town you just visited are after you in vengenace of their Sheriff. You arrive back at your safehouse before you realize the group is chasing you and there is nowhere to run since night has fallen.

The advantage that you have (Since it took so long for me to get around to this grade) is being barracaded back in your safehouse before the angry mob reaches you. So now all you have to do and hold them off from entering your stronghold and let the zombies handle the rest.

OOC:
Not sure if we are allowed to comment, but cool piece.
All i got to say for the counter is "yay" freebees
(ammo, weapons, possibly clothes and protective gear)
If not allowed, i will remove the message

The sun set in the distance and Jericho can make out a group of seven men approaching from the direction of the town. They had been working since they got back to fortify the house to prevent it from being breached. Sheet metal overlapped and welded were bolted into the door with the industrial bolt gun. The front door was bolted closed from the outside while the back was bolted closed from the inside after the group had realized they were being followed.

The town posse congregated talking amongst themselves as they tried to figure out a way to find the trio of murderers. Maria panics and runs about the house as they situate themselves to get a better view. Jericho grins with a cigarette in his mouth and uses his scope to find what seems to be the deputy leading the group. He can make out the man’s blemishes and can tell he isn’t much older than a teenager; he inhales and lets out a bellow of smoke as he places the cigarette still burning between his ear and head. He takes a deep breath and holds it against the time to steady his rifle. Click click he adjusts his scope again to fix the focus and places the cross hairs on the man’s throat. He squeezes the trigger and a 30-06 round rips through the man’s jugular and sends him jerking into his death throws.

Jericho laughs and pulls the bolt back expelling the spent shell and placing in another, he swivels about slightly to pick out a new target as the town’s people scramble for cover. He looks over and picks out a man in a cowboy hat clutching a shotgun, the man moves to change his cover when the next round rips through the side of his head and he collapses face first into the dirt. Jericho looks back at the Serb and laughs, “Two down, five more to go.” Andrija brings Maria down to the first floor window and directs her how to shoot, “It’s either them or us Maria. I don’t know about you but I would like to live.” Maria’s eyes swell up and tears stream down, “I don’t want to kill anyone.” Andrija yells, “You fucking have to if you want to live. They will rape and kill you, I can protect you but you have to do what I say.”

Maria wipes her tears and sucks it up; she steadies the rifle and aims the scope at the first person who pops up. She holds the butt stock tight against her shoulder and fires railing the man in the chest in his attempt to reach the house. He drops gasping for air since the round ripped through his chest and lungs. He keeps gasping and Maria looks down, her eyes locked on the struggling man and she can hear Andrija whisper in her ear, “Put him out of his misery.” Her focus twisted onto the man’s head and she aimed her Ruger Ranch rifle again and pulls the trigger. The round rips through his head and exits through his back, slamming into the ankle of another guy behind him.

She turns to shoot the other man and the man’s head practically explodes before she can pull the trigger and she can hear Andrija laugh, “Got him.” She gives a nervous laugh back and finds a new target; one man goes to open the back door when he gets electrocuted by the car battery hooked up to the metal doorknob. He holds on until Andrija blows him away with a round from his Romanian WASR. The last two realize how desperate their situation is and flee in vain. Jericho aims and catches one of the fleeing posse members in the ankle, the bone shatters and his the bottom half of his leg snaps off. He winces in pain and collapses as the last one debates whether to help his friend or keep running as fast as his legs can carry him.

By now Andrija was watching the man contemplate what to do when he makes out movement slightly ahead of him. The guy looks up and screams bloody murder as two zombies lunge on top him and rip him limb from limb. The Zombies picked out the still living ones as they crawled away or attempted to play dead. Unfortunately for them the zombies can still sense their non rotting flesh and could immediately find those who were still alive but dying. The group catches a rest as they refit and relax to the moanings and dying screams of the still living as the Zombies rip them piece by piece.

By the time that the zombies finished, they began making their way back to avoid the sunrise. The horizon was beautiful; the sun began to rise from the east. Andrija could see as the light as it crept through the bleak darkness and began to lit up the body parts and equipment littering the environment from the firefight and zombie buffet. He sighs as the last zombie runs back to the police station to evade the sunlight. He looks over at his companions and the group smiles considering they survived the assault. Andrija looks down surveying the vicious destruction he and his companions caused and he points out over the field stoically, “Time to loot the dead.”


Requests:

M1 Garand [X2 Scope]
Ammo belt of 50 [30-06] Rounds
Weapons from the group
Supplies from the group
Any other equipment from the group

Very good. I really liked the sniper scene.. Not sure if 'scene' is the word I'm looking for but you get me. That was a very well described situation that saved you from hand to hand combat. Or anything that would be considered too close for comfort.

For this, I will grant you everything that you asked for and throw in a couple pistols, a shotgun, and a melee weapon of your choice. Nothing extreme and something they could be carrying (ie. a baseball bat with nails, pitch fork, etc.) Don't go giving yourself Desert Eagles and automatic shotguns (Not sure if those are real but I've seen them on MW2) but shoot for Beretta 92FS or Colt .1911 and a Mossberg 590 or something. If you have a prefence on a type of gun then PM me and we can work it out. Also you can sleep well tonight knowing that you have acquired a dozen more cans of beans. Enjoy.

Requests:
P22
+ Colt Single Action Army Revolver “Hand of God”
Box of .45 Caliber rounds
5 more cans of Food
[Box of 200 7.62 bullets]
6 Clips for the Glock 34
8 Clips for the Kimber Pro Covert
4 Magazines for the Romanian WASR
3 [Boxes of 100 .45 ACP Rounds]
Equipment to Fortify the house
Welding tools, Car Battery, gas operated generator
Small tank of Gas
3 Camel backs [Filled with water]
Box of 50 MRE’s
Sheet Metal
Wheel Barrow
M1 Garand [X2 Scope]
Ammo belt of 50 [30-06] Rounds
Weapons from the group
Supplies from the group
Any other equipment from the group

Jericho –
Remington 700 Hunting Rifle [X8 Scope, Bipod]
USP [4 Magazines]
Ka-Bar
Lighter Fluid
[Box of 100 .30-06 Rounds]
[Box of 100 .45 Caliber Rounds]
Shemagh
Molle Pack - Backpack