Kestrel eyes you suspiciously. "Where'd she learn to shoot like that?" He frowns and pulls out his own pistol and fires into the crowd of spammers, hitting one through the chest. "Oh well, I can still hit my targets." He holsters the pistol and fires the mal-deuce again, mowing down another row.
*Emy glances over at Kestrel, but doesn't say anything.**She then proceeds to hit two more spammers; one in the shoulder and the other in the chest.**She goes to reload, but finds the magazine empty.* "I'm out!"
Kestrel tosses her a magazine for her weapon. "Look in the back of my truck's cab. There should be a large hoard of ammo there." He fires again at the spammers.
*Emy glances over at Kestrel, but doesn't say anything.**She then proceeds to hit two more spammers; one in the shoulder and the other in the chest.**She goes to reload, but finds the magazine empty.* "I'm out!"
Kestrel tosses her a magazine for her weapon. "Look in the back of my truck's cab. There should be a large hoard of ammo there." He fires again at the spammers.
*Emy manages to catch the magazine.* "Thanks!" *Quickly, she reloads her weapon.**She shoots one of the previous spammers in the chest.*
Kestrel slings his automatic rifle from off his back in front of him. He fires at the spammers and hops to the ground. He then keeps up a steady rate of fire and slowly steps toward the Spammers, firing as he goes.
-last edited on May 7, 2017 21:09:42 GMT by FelipeDutra
Post by FelipeDutra on May 7, 2017 21:08:18 GMT
After what seems to be several weeks of shooting and combat, but is actually a quarter hour, the spammers are cleared, and the streets are relatively safe again. A few decrepit figures are still wandering the streets, seemingly hesitant to engage the group, but go away after a few seconds. Silence reigns for a time, challenged only by the mutterings of Spammers in far off corners, then is broken by the sound of Philip's car starting up, and it's engine's soft purr.
"Alright then, chaps they are dealt with. Let us proceed with haste, for I fear these streets may fill up again."
After what seems to be several weeks of shooting and combat, but is actually a quarter hour, the spammers are cleared, and the streets are relatively safe again. A few decrepit figures are still wandering the streets, seemingly hesitant to engage the group, but go away after a few seconds. Silence reigns for a time, challenged only by the mutterings of Spammers in far off corners, then is broken by the sound of Philip's car starting up, and it's engine's soft purr.
"Alright then, chaps they are dealt with. Let us proceed with haste, for I fear these streets may fill up again."
Kestrel automatically checks his weapon, reloads, and chambers another round. He then puts it on safety and slings it behind him. He then goes up onto his truck bed and begins chucking the multiple shells out of the bed of his truck. "Well, that was... easy?" He dumps the brass onto the street. He brings out another load of ammo from his truck bed. "Now, I ain't gonna be the group's ammo dealer, but for now, just use what you need." He gestures to all the ammo storage in the cab. He reloads his mal-deuce. "Billy, you can start the truck again." He glances at Emy. "And where, in blazes, did you learn to shoot like that?"
After what seems to be several weeks of shooting and combat, but is actually a quarter hour, the spammers are cleared, and the streets are relatively safe again. A few decrepit figures are still wandering the streets, seemingly hesitant to engage the group, but go away after a few seconds. Silence reigns for a time, challenged only by the mutterings of Spammers in far off corners, then is broken by the sound of Philip's car starting up, and it's engine's soft purr.
"Alright then, chaps they are dealt with. Let us proceed with haste, for I fear these streets may fill up again."
Kestrel automatically checks his weapon, reloads, and chambers another round. He then puts it on safety and slings it behind him. He then goes up onto his truck bed and begins chucking the multiple shells out of the bed of his truck. "Well, that was... easy?" He dumps the brass onto the street. He brings out another load of ammo from his truck bed. "Now, I ain't gonna be the group's ammo dealer, but for now, just use what you need." He gestures to all the ammo storage in the cab. He reloads his mal-deuce. "Billy, you can start the truck again." He glances at Emy. "And where, in blazes, did you learn to shoot like that?"
*Emy shrugs.* "To be honest, I don't remember. I just sorta acted on instinct I guess." *She climbs into Kestrel's truck.* "I'll let you drive. Although, you probably don't trust me enough to let me take the wheel anyway." *She smiles slightly in an effort to break the ice.*
Kestrel automatically checks his weapon, reloads, and chambers another round. He then puts it on safety and slings it behind him. He then goes up onto his truck bed and begins chucking the multiple shells out of the bed of his truck. "Well, that was... easy?" He dumps the brass onto the street. He brings out another load of ammo from his truck bed. "Now, I ain't gonna be the group's ammo dealer, but for now, just use what you need." He gestures to all the ammo storage in the cab. He reloads his mal-deuce. "Billy, you can start the truck again." He glances at Emy. "And where, in blazes, did you learn to shoot like that?"
*Emy shrugs.* "To be honest, I don't remember. I just sorta acted on instinct I guess." *She climbs into Kestrel's truck.* "I'll let you drive. Although, you probably don't trust me enough to let me take the wheel anyway." *She smiles slightly in an effort to break the ice.*
Philip runs over carrying an empty box of ammunition and sifts through the truck.
"Do you have 7.62? I'm running low... Less than five magazines."
He finds what he needs, goes back and starts the engine. Again. Soon, the convoy restarts.
*Emy shrugs.* "To be honest, I don't remember. I just sorta acted on instinct I guess." *She climbs into Kestrel's truck.* "I'll let you drive. Although, you probably don't trust me enough to let me take the wheel anyway." *She smiles slightly in an effort to break the ice.*
Philip runs over carrying an empty box of ammunition and sifts through the truck.
"Do you have 7.62? I'm running low... Less than five magazines."
He finds what he needs, goes back and starts the engine. Again. Soon, the convoy restarts.
Kestrel, Billy, and Emy follow in Kestrel's truck. "So... billythecorndog, what about that wound of yours?"
Kestrel automatically checks his weapon, reloads, and chambers another round. He then puts it on safety and slings it behind him. He then goes up onto his truck bed and begins chucking the multiple shells out of the bed of his truck. "Well, that was... easy?" He dumps the brass onto the street. He brings out another load of ammo from his truck bed. "Now, I ain't gonna be the group's ammo dealer, but for now, just use what you need." He gestures to all the ammo storage in the cab. He reloads his mal-deuce. "Billy, you can start the truck again." He glances at Emy. "And where, in blazes, did you learn to shoot like that?"
*Emy shrugs.* "To be honest, I don't remember. I just sorta acted on instinct I guess." *She climbs into Kestrel's truck.* "I'll let you drive. Although, you probably don't trust me enough to let me take the wheel anyway." *She smiles slightly in an effort to break the ice.*
Kestrel grunts. "Hmph." He then grins. "Nah, I don't let many people drive my truck." He then hops into the driver seat.
*Emy shrugs.* "To be honest, I don't remember. I just sorta acted on instinct I guess." *She climbs into Kestrel's truck.* "I'll let you drive. Although, you probably don't trust me enough to let me take the wheel anyway." *She smiles slightly in an effort to break the ice.*
Kestrel grunts. "Hmph." He then grins. "Nah, I don't let many people drive my truck." He then hops into the driver seat.
*Emy chuckles a little before buckling herself in.*
Hey guys this is a RP from the original LMBs...I'm just copy and pasting this on...
My name is Flash. I am leader of a Resistance group called the Resistance, fighting for their survival. The end has come to the MBs... The Mods have fallen. Topics have crumbled. Users turn on users, desperate to collect likes. Some users have become spammers (zombies). What will you do? Run and hide or stand and fight? Attack the spammers or leg it for the hills? Defence or offence? You decide, as you fight for survival in the MB Apocalypse. Form alliances and collect allies, and form rivalries and collect enemies. As you fight to survive, you will encounter other users, that are willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Will you stand alone, or join with fellow users, fighting for survival? Users will post bios like mine: Name: Flash/Stan Age: 14 Appearance: My avatar, just a little more rough Team: The Resistance Base location: FF, all windows have been smashed and boarded up. All exists have been blocked and there is a fence around the compound, with barb wire rapped around it Likes: Team work, surviving, fighting and Daisy Ridley Dislikes: Spammers, traitors and people trying to harm his team Weapons: Two Escrima Sticks, a pistol, two knives, a sword and a lighter Survival equipment: A small water bottle, emergency food sticks, rope, net, torch Are you ready? Welcome to the end... the MB Apocalypse... Appearance old avatar Age 14 Location wolves hq
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