Trapped! A Survival Horror RP - Chapter 6: Have We Escaped Yet?

[Jedoro]

"Okay, we've got two metal cans and three plastic bottles, all flammable stuff inside," Kelsey reported as Tyler grabbed the bucket. Taking the plastic bottles, he dumped the contents into the bucket and used the stick end of the mop to stir.

"Hang onto those," he said as he stirred. "Shake 'em and shoot 'em, might be useful." Dropping his gear, he took his shirt off and shoved it into the mixture. There was still some left over, so he tore off his pant legs below his knees and dumped them in as well. Once it had all soaked in, he shoved the clothing in the mop head and tied as many pieces in knots as he could.

"A torch?" she asked in disbelief. "Your big idea was a giant torch?"

"No, my big idea was a homemade plastic explosive. Since we're kinda missing the plastic part, this is what we have to work with. Now, that thing had eyes, which means if someone with balls of steel can get close enough to shove this in the thing's face, it's blinded and effectively neutralized. Trust me, I wish we had a proper bomb."

 

[RawrMeister]

Spoiler: OOC

Sky can i has update =3

 

[sky14kemea]

Spoiler: OOC

Okies, although I'm trying to cut down on updates now and make it more like a story

Rawr:

You leave the door again, the crowd of zombies is further down the alley. The gunshots from above are becoming less frequent now.

Options:
1. Kill the zombies in the alley
2. Go around the front way where the huge crowd used to be
3. Other

Current Time: 7:20pm

 

[JoshasorousRex]

"So when are we going to get the hell out of here?" asked Will sitting in a corner.

"But the doors locked..." said Kayla walking next to him.

"When are we going to get the hell out of here?" asked Will again in a more irradiated voice this time.

 

[MasterSqueak]

Spoiler: OOC

Crap, Will's becoming a Ghoul!

 

[Jedoro]

Calmly walking over to the locked door, Tyler held his shotgun in his hands. Staring at the door handle for a second, he quickly raised the butt of the shotgun and slammed it down, bending the handle. Another blow bent an opening to the door's cylinder, so Tyler then put the shotgun's barrel into the opening and fired. Pumping the weapon, he then nudged the door open.

"Now, if you like," he mused, picking up his mop torch.