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hoping that seeing the ones in front of them fall would discourage those behind. The big thirty caliber rounds knocked the Blue Heads flat on their backs with every center of mass shot. It didn't work. There were hundreds Blue Heads, too many to notice the few that were falling.
About half of the men in the Sanctuary Settlement owned guns but only a few of those really knew how to use them. When Beacon started shooting most of the men in the settlement jumped out of bed and stopped to put on their pants before coming outside to see what the ruckus was about. By the time they'd figured it out and gone back inside to retrieve their guns dozens of marauders were already inside of the circle of vehicles.
Many marauders had guns but ammo seemed in short supply. The rest of the Blue Heads had knives, axes, homemade spears and Beacon saw one sword. Most were no more proficient in the use of weapons than the settlement men. A free-for-all ensued.
Ignoring the danger until a few rounds whizzed by his head Beacon switched from shooting the leaders of the charge to anyone with a visible weapon until they got into the circle where he couldn't reliably tell friend from dark blue headed foe in the moonlight.
Then he took a kneeling position shooting around the edge of the tower's entrance opening. The tower's weathered plywood wouldn't stop bullets, but it provided concealment while Beacon concentrated taking out any marauder outside the corral carrying a gun. The ruse seemed to work, no more bullets came his way.
When he'd fired up all of the hundred 7.62 rounds he had up in the tower with him he left the now useless M1A in the tower and climbed down.
Using his forty-five and his Randall's seven and a half inch blade Beacon fought his way through the mêlée towards Old Bill who was standing in the doorway of their trailer in his long johns rapidly building a semicircle of dead marauders around him.
Numbers were the Blue Heads greatest strength and a major weakness in this fight. The real estate within the circle of trailers, SUV's and mobile homes was overpopulated to the point that those wielding rifles, axes and spears could find little elbow room to bring their weapons to bear effectively. Pistols and knives were the most effective weapons in the brawl giving way to knives as ammo ran out.
Beacon's pistol was empty and his Randall bloody to the hilt when he reached their trailer. He reloaded the pistol once inside and started grabbing guns and ammo. It seemed like there were hundreds of them inside the circle of vehicles. He and Old Bill had expected a fight, but nothing like this!
His Ruger Mini-14 was obviously the weapon of choice for this operation, but he didn't have a readily available container for the loaded 30 round magazines he'd need to carry out his plan. He grabbed his Ruger 10/22 and began stuffing 25 round "banana clip" magazines into the front of his coat and every pocket. The tiny twenty-two caliber bullets weren't meant for combat, but he had loads of loaded 10/22 magazines and only no way to get enough of the larger loaded magazines for the Ruger Mini-14 up to the roof with him.
Old Bill's Sheffield Bowie knife was being bloodied by the time he got back outside with both of Bill's backup six shooters and Bill's extra lever action rifles and a double-barreled shotgun.
Dropping the double armload of old guns and a box of shotgun shells by Old Bill he climbed up on the roof of their trailer his with his scoped Ruger 10/22 and went prone. He would, once again, remonstrate with Bill on the inadvisability of insisting on using old slow loading Cowboy Era weapons when this was over, he didn't expect to convince the old codger.
A twenty-two caliber bullet in the body of an excited adult although deadly long term given the current lack of antibiotics might not be noticed right away by an excited or drugged up man, but
About half of the men in the Sanctuary Settlement owned guns but only a few of those really knew how to use them. When Beacon started shooting most of the men in the settlement jumped out of bed and stopped to put on their pants before coming outside to see what the ruckus was about. By the time they'd figured it out and gone back inside to retrieve their guns dozens of marauders were already inside of the circle of vehicles.
Many marauders had guns but ammo seemed in short supply. The rest of the Blue Heads had knives, axes, homemade spears and Beacon saw one sword. Most were no more proficient in the use of weapons than the settlement men. A free-for-all ensued.
Ignoring the danger until a few rounds whizzed by his head Beacon switched from shooting the leaders of the charge to anyone with a visible weapon until they got into the circle where he couldn't reliably tell friend from dark blue headed foe in the moonlight.
Then he took a kneeling position shooting around the edge of the tower's entrance opening. The tower's weathered plywood wouldn't stop bullets, but it provided concealment while Beacon concentrated taking out any marauder outside the corral carrying a gun. The ruse seemed to work, no more bullets came his way.
When he'd fired up all of the hundred 7.62 rounds he had up in the tower with him he left the now useless M1A in the tower and climbed down.
Using his forty-five and his Randall's seven and a half inch blade Beacon fought his way through the mêlée towards Old Bill who was standing in the doorway of their trailer in his long johns rapidly building a semicircle of dead marauders around him.
Numbers were the Blue Heads greatest strength and a major weakness in this fight. The real estate within the circle of trailers, SUV's and mobile homes was overpopulated to the point that those wielding rifles, axes and spears could find little elbow room to bring their weapons to bear effectively. Pistols and knives were the most effective weapons in the brawl giving way to knives as ammo ran out.
Beacon's pistol was empty and his Randall bloody to the hilt when he reached their trailer. He reloaded the pistol once inside and started grabbing guns and ammo. It seemed like there were hundreds of them inside the circle of vehicles. He and Old Bill had expected a fight, but nothing like this!
His Ruger Mini-14 was obviously the weapon of choice for this operation, but he didn't have a readily available container for the loaded 30 round magazines he'd need to carry out his plan. He grabbed his Ruger 10/22 and began stuffing 25 round "banana clip" magazines into the front of his coat and every pocket. The tiny twenty-two caliber bullets weren't meant for combat, but he had loads of loaded 10/22 magazines and only no way to get enough of the larger loaded magazines for the Ruger Mini-14 up to the roof with him.
Old Bill's Sheffield Bowie knife was being bloodied by the time he got back outside with both of Bill's backup six shooters and Bill's extra lever action rifles and a double-barreled shotgun.
Dropping the double armload of old guns and a box of shotgun shells by Old Bill he climbed up on the roof of their trailer his with his scoped Ruger 10/22 and went prone. He would, once again, remonstrate with Bill on the inadvisability of insisting on using old slow loading Cowboy Era weapons when this was over, he didn't expect to convince the old codger.
A twenty-two caliber bullet in the body of an excited adult although deadly long term given the current lack of antibiotics might not be noticed right away by an excited or drugged up man, but
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