Post-World War III RP: Welcome to Nuremberg!

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Warren finishes searching her hangar, then turns to find another hangar, only to see the wolves. She quietly moves behind the pack, looking directly at The Russian and George.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Warren takes out her gun and shoots the wolf biting Nikolai in the hindquarters. At this range, a miss is next to impossible.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Warren lets the wolf knock her to the ground, then shoves her gun in its mouth and pulls the trigger. She gets up shakily, unharmed.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Are you all right?" She follows him.

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric walks over to him

"Bleeding where?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"His face, obviously. Come on, you need to get away from the wolves."

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric glances over
"Wolves?"

He sees them
"Son of a *****!"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"There only a few left." One the wolves turns and charges at George, but is interrupted by a shot to its hip. Growling, it pounces on Warren, knocking the gun from her hand and snapping at her wrist. "A little help?!"

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric pulls out his knife, stabbing at the wolf that tackled warren

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

The wolf shudders, then goes limp. Groaning, Warren gets up, blood from her arm dripping and mingling with the blood from the wolf as she clutches her upper arm. "Thanks."

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric nodds

"Not a problem... is there any medical equipment around here anywhere?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"I'll be fine. We can't get distracted any more."

 

[SargentToughie]

"If you're sure..."

He looks around
"What are we looking for again?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Petrol and supplies."