Our Legacy IC

[vode635]

At the sound of Gunshots James' instincts were split; duck or see who was shooting. Self preservation won out. After the first few shots he lifted his head back up and peered around. "I dunno dude, sounds bigger than pistols but I don't know much beyond that, aside from the fact that it probably wasn't our deer that spooked the creeps." Cautiously James lifted his binoculars and peered in the direction of the gunfire, Though he didn't know what he thought he could possibly see through several city blocks. "Sounds like at least two or three different guns. I really hope they're not cannibals, like those ones in Miami I heard about over the radio before everything went dark."

[Zeratul2k]

"Man, that would be bad..." Victor said, rolling on his back so he could see behind him. There didn't seem to be anything out of place on the other side of their shelter, though. "I really wish I could know just what the hell is going on..." Victor said after a while, rolling on his stomach again, and looking at James. "We should just go back inside. This was a bad idea." He said, taking his pistol and returning it to the holster. He kept the rifle pointing down the street with the safety off, though. This was what he hated the most. The uncertainty, the wait. At least when you were fighting off infected you knew what to expect: a hell of a though fight. Right now, though, he didn't know if to calm down or expect the infected rushing their place, or worse.

[Terraniux]

((Just a reminder, but eveyone know this is modern, right?))

John and his two reinforcements rushed to the streets below, one of the two with him handing over his assault rifle. "Thanks, I hate the damn sniper." He said, tossing it over near the door to the building. The other two seemed to not approve of disregarding the rifle, but John explained they'd come back for it later. He was currently more focused on getting to that street where the survivor was, and so he took off sprinting down the street. His two companions, however, were carrying medical equipment and ammunition in backpacks, slowing their advance drastically. Finally John was close enough to see the survivor, she was female, had a shotgun...and did he hear a dog? He frowned at the thought, but his eyes widened as he realized the shadows were growing around him, and he heard shifting and sliding behind him. He took cover beside one of the several cars spotting the road, and looked around to see movement through the windows of a nearby building. It was some sort of store...and John strained to see through to the dark interior. Soon his two companions finally caught up with him, when suddenly the windows started breaking and more infected came bolting out.

[ClockworkDaisy]

[I]Oh damn, damn, damn, damn. This is how I die. Eaten alive by these things because I got greedy.[I]

Erin surged forward reaching for her father's shot gun and grabbing Luka by the collar, her heart racing and hands shaking. Drawing a shakey breath Erin ran her hand along Luka's back, the german shepard growling low in his throat as he fought to get away from her and attack.

"Please friend, no, just stay with me." If she lost Luka and then somehow survived.. it belied thought. He was family now, they'd shared meals and kept each other alive. Erin felt her shoulders relax minutely as the big dog settled back onto its haunches some and trusting that he wasn't going to take off she let go of his collar. Her hands shook as she loaded the shotgun, she only had a few cartridges left and she had to make everyone of them count.

Even as she lifted the shotgun, her shoulder screaming in protest from bruised memory of recoils past, Erin took aim at those nearest her and pulled the trigger.

[Terraniux]

John and his two companions opened fire, the infected taking several bullet wounds each before hitting the ground hard. Unfortunatly they weren't killing them well enough, as without warning one of John's comrades was pounced on by three of the infected. John and his remaining ally focused their fire on these infected, but it was too late...their friend had been mauled so bad he was hardly recognizeable. It was at this moment one of the Darkseekers knocked John's remaining comrade to the ground, then proceeded to gnaw at the man's neck before grabbing his head and slamming it into the concrete. John was utterly horrified, and only took a moment more to kill the rest of the attacking infected before he turned to run. And as John ran, the one last Darkseeker stood up, bullet holes riddling his arm, looking on while breathing fast and heavy. This individual was larger than the others, and he then slammed his fists on his chest like an ape and let out a roar. His prey wasn't getting away so easy...

John ran towards the other survivor he saw, that girl. When he caught sight of her he shouted "Hey! Hey! Come on! Run! Follow me, we've gotta get outta here! Trust me!" After this he opened fire on a few of the infected attacking her before draining his clip yet again. He quickly reloaded as he approached her, keeping his awareness up as he aimed to kill the infected. "We've got to move, NOW!"

[vode635]

"Yeah man, I'll get down and make sure everything's closed up for the night." Staying on his hands and knees James turned and moved to the trapdoor. After he dropped to the floor he made a circuit around the upper level, closing every shutter and curtain he came across. Over the past few weeks he had spent a few hours in the middle of each day modifying their shelter, making it harder for the creeps to see or get inside. They wouldn't stand up to any sort of concentrated assault or anything, but they helped keep James and Victor hidden at night.

Once he finished the upper floors he did the same with the ground floor, making sure to double check the front door. Everything was still solid and secure. Satisfied that they would not be eaten anytime within the next few hours James moved to the kitchen and began perusing the cabinets of food. They were only half full, but with the cache that his friend had found they would soon change. "Hey dude, what do you feel like eating tonight? I'm not in to much of a beanie-weenie mood myself, but we've got plenty of those."

[Zeratul2k]

Victor watched the horizon for a moment more, the gunshots coming much more often now. Whoever it was seemed to be well armed, another reason not to push their luck any more. He dragged himself back inside the shelter, going to the kitchen just as James asked him a question. "Let's have some tuna, then." He said, taking a couple of cans of tuna and one of mixed vegetables and placing them on the counter as he looked for some other things to add into the mix. They could still hear the shooting, but he tried not to think about it. He opened the cans and drained them, then mixed it all into a bowl, quickly throwing together a tuna salad. He served two dishes and passed one to James. "Here you go, enjoy." He said. He wasn't a good cook, but something as simple as that didn't need any skill. Besides, with things as they were, ANY food tasted great to him.