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gonna abandon the girls but first we need to get out of this base before it’s overrun.”
“Overrun?” Cory had grabbed his own backpack.
“Think about it, everyone of those monsters from here to Fort Mac is probably on their way here and we’ve seen this is not a good place to be so we should load up and head for the city.” Roland grabbed several spare magazines for the Browning as he spoke.
“What about the girl’s how are we gonna find them? That helicopter is long gone by now.’ Cory had wandered down a row of assault rifles and pulled an FAL from one of the racks.
“After the majority of the horde passes we’ll come back and check the command bunker for any hint on where Colonel Stonedecker may take them. SWEET!” Roland had spied something he always wanted at the end of a row of submachine guns; a P90 PDW with red dot sight, tactical light, and laser sight already attached.
Startled by Roland’s outburst Cory raised the FAL to his shoulder looking around. “What?!”
“Sorry, just found something incredibly sexy.” There was a box of full magazines and a shoulder strap on a shelf beneath the P90.
“You scared the shit out of me dude.” Cory began throwing ammo for the FAL into his backpack.
Roland also grabbed a C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle, a second Browning Nine Mil, and a combat knife. After he realized he had too much to carry Roland found the solution against the back wall; there were several black combat vests and a pair of thigh holsters. Once he had all he gear distributed between the holsters, vest, and backpack Roland glanced over to where Cory was staring into an open crate.
Cory was carrying a Browning Nine Mil and the FAL his backpack sagging from the magazines filling it. Walking over to the crate Roland saw what Cory had been staring at; it was filled with two dozen fragmentation grenades. Roland’s smile grew as he reached into the box and hefted one of the grenades; it felt good in his hand.
“Grab as many as you can and let’s get moving.”
“Are you serious?” Cory said looking at the pear sized explosive in Roland’s hand.
“Deathly.” Roland hooked the grenade onto his vest and reached into the box again taking five more.
In the end they each took six of the grenades and as they were getting ready to leave Roland saw a fifty-caliber machine gun propped against a far wall. “I’ll be back for you.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Cory asked.
“Nothing, let’s get going.”
Chapter 12: City of Champions
They left the base in the direction of the city and Roland wished he had a cigarette; his had been confiscated along with the rest of his belongings by the soldiers that had arrested him. The storm was over but with no one around to clear the two feet of snow left behind it was slow going as they walked along the highway towards the brightly lit city.
Roland wondered why the power was still on here but not in Fort Mac as he trudged through the deep wet snow; his duster dragging behind him and Eve hopping to keep from being buried. The wind had died down and he guessed it must be only five degrees below zero. He listened carefully as they walked, trying to hear the tell-a-tale moan of the undead sensing a meal but the world was quiet. No vehicles and no people to drive them, the only sounds were his, Eve, and Cory’s march towards the city. Cory jogged a few steps until he was keeping pace beside Roland.
“So I got a question.”
“Oh and what’s that?” It had been at least a day and a half since Roland’s last cigarette and the cravings were getting to him.
“How come we didn’t see more of those things at the base and why aren’t there any behind us?”
“Same reason there isn’t any tire tracks in the snow, whatever direction the army bugged out in, it wasn’t this one.” Roland could see the big green sign of a 7-11 in the
“Overrun?” Cory had grabbed his own backpack.
“Think about it, everyone of those monsters from here to Fort Mac is probably on their way here and we’ve seen this is not a good place to be so we should load up and head for the city.” Roland grabbed several spare magazines for the Browning as he spoke.
“What about the girl’s how are we gonna find them? That helicopter is long gone by now.’ Cory had wandered down a row of assault rifles and pulled an FAL from one of the racks.
“After the majority of the horde passes we’ll come back and check the command bunker for any hint on where Colonel Stonedecker may take them. SWEET!” Roland had spied something he always wanted at the end of a row of submachine guns; a P90 PDW with red dot sight, tactical light, and laser sight already attached.
Startled by Roland’s outburst Cory raised the FAL to his shoulder looking around. “What?!”
“Sorry, just found something incredibly sexy.” There was a box of full magazines and a shoulder strap on a shelf beneath the P90.
“You scared the shit out of me dude.” Cory began throwing ammo for the FAL into his backpack.
Roland also grabbed a C14 Timberwolf sniper rifle, a second Browning Nine Mil, and a combat knife. After he realized he had too much to carry Roland found the solution against the back wall; there were several black combat vests and a pair of thigh holsters. Once he had all he gear distributed between the holsters, vest, and backpack Roland glanced over to where Cory was staring into an open crate.
Cory was carrying a Browning Nine Mil and the FAL his backpack sagging from the magazines filling it. Walking over to the crate Roland saw what Cory had been staring at; it was filled with two dozen fragmentation grenades. Roland’s smile grew as he reached into the box and hefted one of the grenades; it felt good in his hand.
“Grab as many as you can and let’s get moving.”
“Are you serious?” Cory said looking at the pear sized explosive in Roland’s hand.
“Deathly.” Roland hooked the grenade onto his vest and reached into the box again taking five more.
In the end they each took six of the grenades and as they were getting ready to leave Roland saw a fifty-caliber machine gun propped against a far wall. “I’ll be back for you.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Cory asked.
“Nothing, let’s get going.”
Chapter 12: City of Champions
They left the base in the direction of the city and Roland wished he had a cigarette; his had been confiscated along with the rest of his belongings by the soldiers that had arrested him. The storm was over but with no one around to clear the two feet of snow left behind it was slow going as they walked along the highway towards the brightly lit city.
Roland wondered why the power was still on here but not in Fort Mac as he trudged through the deep wet snow; his duster dragging behind him and Eve hopping to keep from being buried. The wind had died down and he guessed it must be only five degrees below zero. He listened carefully as they walked, trying to hear the tell-a-tale moan of the undead sensing a meal but the world was quiet. No vehicles and no people to drive them, the only sounds were his, Eve, and Cory’s march towards the city. Cory jogged a few steps until he was keeping pace beside Roland.
“So I got a question.”
“Oh and what’s that?” It had been at least a day and a half since Roland’s last cigarette and the cravings were getting to him.
“How come we didn’t see more of those things at the base and why aren’t there any behind us?”
“Same reason there isn’t any tire tracks in the snow, whatever direction the army bugged out in, it wasn’t this one.” Roland could see the big green sign of a 7-11 in the
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