Zombie Apocalypse Squad (Cancelled !)
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I BEGIN SMITHING GUNS BECAUSE I AM A GUNSMITH WHOSE JOB IS TO SMITH GUNS.
*SMITH SMITH SMITH SMITH SMITH*
*SMITH SMITH SMITH SMITH SMITH*
Samuel hears a few clicking sounds from outside the plane. He remembered the sound the werewolves made when their claws hit the stone floor when they ran. He picked up his crossbow and ran outside, preparing to fire at the feral beasts.
Then he saw Clirck with a filthy grin on his face and a gun in his hands. Samuel shook his head, half-smiling.
"What you got there, Clirck?" [Pardon my grammar]
Clirck held up a few rifles and a machine gun. Samuel didn't recognise the type, but welcomed the extra firepower nontherless. He looked in a few other crates, and two of them were filled with ammuntion clips. He picked up a case of ammo and started carrying them inside the plane.
This made him thing of his Winchester [thanks!] rifle, and he was sad to lose such a weapon.
Then he saw Clirck with a filthy grin on his face and a gun in his hands. Samuel shook his head, half-smiling.
"What you got there, Clirck?" [Pardon my grammar]
Clirck held up a few rifles and a machine gun. Samuel didn't recognise the type, but welcomed the extra firepower nontherless. He looked in a few other crates, and two of them were filled with ammuntion clips. He picked up a case of ammo and started carrying them inside the plane.
This made him thing of his Winchester [thanks!] rifle, and he was sad to lose such a weapon.
And a fine hello to you too, sir.SODAssault said:
Good day to you, as well. As a gunsmith, I do believe it is my job to point out that Winchester makes rifles and Winston makes cigarettes.Samuel_of_Saruan said:
Perhaps I could make some special modifications to your LMG, my friend?
OOC: Right, so far, i've been knocked out in the APC, coz chris hit me, and Haze, i know its a bit late, but another warning, Stop typing so fast, check it makes sense, and if your gunna just spam. Don't
Shar finally woke up, He was pretty much all Zombie know, but he managed to retain control
"FUck...Zombie...I'll go...Meet ya there"
He ran into the daylight
Shar finally woke up, He was pretty much all Zombie know, but he managed to retain control
"FUck...Zombie...I'll go...Meet ya there"
He ran into the daylight
High-mane spotted Fire-Arm when he was carrying the metal boxes into the strange construct. He didn't know what they were for, but they were occupied, and that meant easy prey. Only a few more....
He looked up and saw the moon rise, not quite full but a source of light and power notherless. He growled as sharp lances of pain stabbed his skull. The bone started to change, become longer. His hair started growing, as did his claws, arms, legs, hands and feet. His teeth became fangs and his eyes changed into their wolven form. He could see clearer, and he could smell the flesh-beings from a mile away. Their smell was impossible to miss.
The other wolves stood silent. A few had changed, but the rest were still hairless. Only those who had recieved the markings could turn at a less then full moon. Red-fang, in full wolven glory, stepped up and asked:
Do we attack, packleader?
High-mane looked at the flesh-beings, and saw the hunter step out of the shell. It was the one that had held off his kin when they attacked the rock-shelter, and had kept him from tearing Flame-Arm to pieces. He grinned. He had tasted his blood. It was delicious.
He barked against his pack:
We must attack directly and at once, no stragglers. I want you all spread around the flesh-beings and attack when I howl. Not earlier. Leave Fire-Arm for me and capture the pup. He will join of die.
When he was finished, he looked at Fire-Arm. He grasped his arm and fell to the ground. Light emenated from his arm. Good, he felt the moon too. He didn't want an unfair fight. He growled once, and his pack started spreading. High-mane sniffed the air once more, savouring the feeling of a hunt, the scent of prey and the feeling of wolf, and made his way towards the Flesh-beings...
He looked up and saw the moon rise, not quite full but a source of light and power notherless. He growled as sharp lances of pain stabbed his skull. The bone started to change, become longer. His hair started growing, as did his claws, arms, legs, hands and feet. His teeth became fangs and his eyes changed into their wolven form. He could see clearer, and he could smell the flesh-beings from a mile away. Their smell was impossible to miss.
The other wolves stood silent. A few had changed, but the rest were still hairless. Only those who had recieved the markings could turn at a less then full moon. Red-fang, in full wolven glory, stepped up and asked:
Do we attack, packleader?
High-mane looked at the flesh-beings, and saw the hunter step out of the shell. It was the one that had held off his kin when they attacked the rock-shelter, and had kept him from tearing Flame-Arm to pieces. He grinned. He had tasted his blood. It was delicious.
He barked against his pack:
We must attack directly and at once, no stragglers. I want you all spread around the flesh-beings and attack when I howl. Not earlier. Leave Fire-Arm for me and capture the pup. He will join of die.
When he was finished, he looked at Fire-Arm. He grasped his arm and fell to the ground. Light emenated from his arm. Good, he felt the moon too. He didn't want an unfair fight. He growled once, and his pack started spreading. High-mane sniffed the air once more, savouring the feeling of a hunt, the scent of prey and the feeling of wolf, and made his way towards the Flesh-beings...
you hate me that much?Clirck said:[No don't scrap it, it actually happened !Samuel_of_Saruan said:]
Ok, Gotta think of something to do, And quit probably *starts thinking so bad*
Samuel notices some movement outside the light-border. He raises his crossbow and yells:
"Someone there!?"
Silence. He grabbed a rifle scope and looked through it. He couldn't see much, but a small hundred miles away he could see someone. He thought it to be a zombie, but when he looked closer, he saw that it was a woman. Her hair was streaming behind her in the gentle wind which, together with her pose and face, gave a striking image.
[Cool enough? =)]
"Someone there!?"
Silence. He grabbed a rifle scope and looked through it. He couldn't see much, but a small hundred miles away he could see someone. He thought it to be a zombie, but when he looked closer, he saw that it was a woman. Her hair was streaming behind her in the gentle wind which, together with her pose and face, gave a striking image.
[Cool enough? =)]