A minute ticked by. Then two, then three, ten minutes later, they came. Easily a hundred zombies descended upon the house. The machine guns where perfectly positions, a major kudos to JD. They sprayed off extended clips full of the wrong caliber ammo. This allowed the bullets to stray slightly from the intended path helped to thin the numbers and create a slightly wider kill zone. Eventually the zombies crashed into the house, they stormed every corner of it. It was just as they were feasting on the raw meat that a special began to notice something was wrong...
For a split second two tons worth of pressure began to sink the floor and hot water sprayed everywhere. As the pressure went down it bloomed out towards the walls and blew them down and the one grenade that was fixed to the bouquet by its pin was yanked off.
A split second after the explosion was set off, a figure suddenly appeared. Carver was hiding in the same mud that had held the pressure plates wired to the guns. They had walked right over him, but the mud masked his scent and they followed a reversed path back to the house. Covered in mud, it was flung in every direction as he quickly got to his feet and drew his 38' special. Firing off the first shot, he yelled at JD. "NOW!"
For a split second two tons worth of pressure began to sink the floor and hot water sprayed everywhere. As the pressure went down it bloomed out towards the walls and blew them down and the one grenade that was fixed to the bouquet by its pin was yanked off.
A split second after the explosion was set off, a figure suddenly appeared. Carver was hiding in the same mud that had held the pressure plates wired to the guns. They had walked right over him, but the mud masked his scent and they followed a reversed path back to the house. Covered in mud, it was flung in every direction as he quickly got to his feet and drew his 38' special. Firing off the first shot, he yelled at JD. "NOW!"
