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RP (non-canon) Shotty tries GMing

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"Stupid dead people. Stop ignoring the rules of physics and biology!" Laura shouted at the zombies. She pulled out her ESG and turned off the safety. Laura held her fire though, since obviously someone else was willing to expend ammunition.

She scrambled into the elevator and hoped the power was on. A press of a button later, hopefully, she would be heading towards higher ground.
 
Sawyer's aim was true. Zombies were slowly heading towards the elevator and he had time to aim at theirs head, taking them down one by one. His fire was thinning them down, but it was easy to see that down there was more zombies than bullets currently owned by whole squad.

Miranda send few bullets downstairs too, killing few zombies. She also noticed that person running for the elevator was not a zombie but a young, silvery haired young woman in marine uniform.

Laura made it to the elevator with ease. Bullet hit the floor near her, but it was probably just a stray round or something. Not to mention that power was still one and Elevator was soon merrily on its way to first floor. There she could see downed Shuttle, that had to come in through the roof and bunch of marines fighting zombies.

Chad actually found a map of the mall with good old "you are here" sign. After some time of stuyding it he noticed that there was a Styrling gunstore in the mall, it was on this floor too, but they had to go near the escalator to get there.

Henry shouldered his rifle and started firing at the zombies near the shuttly. There were not many and they were luckily still slow. He knew that it won't be like that forever and when parasites assume control of the body properly, they won't be just dumb limping marionettes.

Rita was really enjoying herself. Zombies posed little threat to her mechanical body. Few fell on the ground as she jumped down and few hacks with her axe made her some room to operate. But still she was in middle of few hundreds zombies and about half of them now payed their attention to her. Near her she could see other things she could use as deadly tools. Large potted plants, benches stuff like that.

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Girl shrieked a little when zombie appeared, hiding behind Paul. There were only about five meters between Paul and Zombie, more then enough space to be ready for everything. As Paul talked tot he zombie, the dead man looked at him. He had almost confused look in his pale bloodless face. It soon changed into angry scowl as he raised his arms and made grabby hands of death as he started walking towards the two survivors growling.
 
Rita continued to hack her way through the zombie horde, swinging her axes too and fro with reckless and wild abandon. She made her way toward one of the benches, and upon reaching it, used on her foot to push it over. Once it was done on the ground, she placed her foot against the flat bottom of the bench and then shoved it as hard she could into the zombie horde, trying to knock them over or backwards like pins at a bowling alley. She looked around while she worked, keeping an eye out for any large pieces of furniture or decorations that could be used as improvised weapons to slow down the zombie horde. She was extremely tough, but it was still going to be a bitch if they managed to force her onto the ground. It was unlikely, of course, because it would require a good ten or more zombies to pile up on top of her at once, but even a minute possibility made it worth it to be sure it wouldn't happen.
 
"Ya know this's gonna really be a pain in the ass if we can't get anymore ammo" Sawyer said looking at the slowly moving horde while still slowly and carefully taking well aimed shots with his rifle. "Anybody got any ideas for where we can get some more rounds before we get overrun?" He asked somewhat concerned as he thumbed more rounds into the magazine of his rifle.
 
Miranda couldn't believe this. Here she was in a movie dealing with "Zombies" that was intent on killing them. Herself and her new friends. She lined up her last shot and then it would be hand to hand combat.

>bang<

Watching several heads explode from her weapon and now it was just a club to use.
 
Paul entered a fighting stance; shoulders squared, legs slightly apart, left foot foward. The Zombie's movements were slow and easy to predict, but the stocky Nepleslian waited until the last moment before bringing the baseball arm in a mighty haymaker, attempting to shove the ball into the Zombie's mouth and down its throat. Hopefully it would stop it from attacking for a while. Try as he might, Paul is simply not prepared to kill just yet, even if victim might already be dead.
 
When the doors opened, Laura exited the elevator and headed towards the Marines. But quietly. With all the noise they were making, the stupid undead thingies seemed to be attracted towards them. That was to Laura's advantage. However, if they didn't know she was coming and decided to shoot her... well, that was much to Laura's disadvantage.

So Laura set off to find the Styrling weapons store. Its stash of goodies would probably be useful.
 
Chad smashed the glass case with his knife and yanked out the map by force, rolling it up and shoving it into his belt. "Okay, there's a gun store on this floor, but we're going to have to move fast!" he shouted as he walked back to the shuttle.

"You two, keep covering the rear!" he said, pointing at Henry and Sawyer. He had apparently given up on the LT giving orders, speaking of which he went up to her in the shuttle.

"Can you move? We need to get out of here." he asked, grabbing her shoulder. He turned over to Miranda "Oi, chicky-babe! Check for anything moving by the elevator, that's where we're heading." before he turned back to the LT.
 
"Chicky-babe?!!" Miranda sputtered, turning to face whom ever called her that, catcing something leaving the elevator, yelling as she turned back to get a better look, "We have alive one! And a Runner!" letting others know that the Runner was still alive and not to be bothered.

But eventually would have to be protected if they run across the Runner.

"I am outta ammo!" She added for the benefit to the others to let them know she was out of ammo.
 
"Alright Folks, we better get to that gun store to resupply. My ammo won't hold out forever. I'll cover ya'll as we go, but we better run fast as hayl" Sawyer said as let out another set of well aimed shots at oncoming zombies.
 
In the distance, Laura saw people heading towards her. That could be a good thing. Or it could be a bad thing. Especially if they liked shooting randomly. She pulled out her ESG and checked to make sure it was loaded.

Yes, it was. She fired three rounds at the incoming people. In her mind, that should catch their attention and make them know she was ready to take them on if they were going to be meanies. After all, she was heading to the gun store first!
 
Rita's onlaught was very effective. She took attention of good half of all the zombies downstairs. Other half was making it's merry way towards the escalator though. Luckily for Rita there was enough for her to use on the zombies. Benches, large potted flowers, lamp posts or even other zombies. Bench in her hand hit pile of zombies, creating some sort of ex-human domino. Problem was, that even when zombies had their bones broken or meat shredded, it only stopped some of them. Other were quickly rising on their feet. Rita was lucky so far.

Sawyer was a great marksman. So was Miranda. THeir both combined fire made sure a lot of zombies never made it to escalator. Miranda's pistol magazines dissappeared though and she was out of ammo soon. All she had now was her swords and combat knife. Sawyer was not doing so great on ammo himself.

"I am okay," LT said to Chad as she walked out of the shuttle. She bandaged her head, while others were fighting. Chad had even less worry with that as he could move towards the Styrling Store only to be met by burst fire of small caliber automatic weapon. He could hear bullets ping of the walls nearby and he could plainly see that source of the fire was young girl in marine uniform nearby the elevator.

"FUCK! FRIENDLY FUCKIN FIRE!" LT shouted at the girl and shaked her fist at the girl, ending with giving her a finger.

Henry was busy shooting zombies nearby shuttle. It felt great when last one fell on the ground. Henry had a smile on hsi face as he reloaded his rifle and turned aroun seeing other on the move, except Sawyer still giving covering fire.

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Metalic ball left Paul's hand and flew. It flew as a rocket and as a rocket it smashed into Zombies mouth, going in between the jaws. Paul could clearly see teetch flying out of poor zombies mouth. The hit sent zombie bacward, falling on its back going "mmmmhmmh" and trying to dig large ball out of his mouth.

Pual did not wait one second, he grabbed girls hand and quickly ran out of toilets. Room was not empty except for zombie wriggling on the ground. Or was it?
 
Chad nodded at his CO before moving off towards the gunstore. However, almost as soon as he begin began his run it ended in a dramatic tumble as he tripped over a piece of shuttle, flying headfirst before sliding along the ground on his chest. The fall saved his life, three bullets dinged off the shuttle behind where he'd been running.

"Davis in a frathouse, who the hell was that?" he shouted, firing two shots at the small cluster of zombies now in front of him.
 
"Alright, we're clocking out here ya'll start running for that gunstore I'll cover and follow you guys" Sawyer yelled at the group as he slammed out more well aimed fire aiming for the heads of the zombies that were the closest. "I'll be right behind you guys," he said once his mag ran dry and he started backing up while reloading to continue firing.
 
Henry had emptied his rifle for the moment, putting well placed headshot after headshot into each zombie that stumbled into view. The ones that would continue moving despite their decapitation would be finished off his .45. One flaw in the design for Henry's Rifle is that bullets had to be loaded in one by one, rather than drawing from a magazine. Instead, his pistol was there to pick up the slack, and one zombie fell just a few feet away from him, smelling like hell.

Henry put the last two bullets in the magazine into it just to be on the safe side before reloading his pistol and pushing more cartridges into the loading gate of his rifle.

With all that done, he smiled and moved next to Sawyer, still keeping his eye on Sawyer's flanks, "How's the situation looking?" He inquired as he kept his eye on the others before keeping an eye on the back, keeping his self-imposed role of rear guard in order. To anyone heading towards the gun store, he yelled: "Pass me a few mags of .45 for a Styrling Silver Special, and if you can, get some 30-30!"
 
"Shitty as you can see, low on ammo and of course they ain't runnin' near fast enough for my taste" Sawyer replied as he continued with his well aimed shots at the zombies as they closed and continuing to slowly walk backwards as he fired.
 
Chad heaved himself up with one arm, the other fixed firming in a firing position for his pistol. "Damn it, last person I thought I'd get shot at was a friendly." he growled angrily as he got moving again.

"Come on, guys! We gotta get outta here before they learn how to sprint again!" he shouted, resuming his run towards the the gunstore. Another zombies head tilted back as a bullet caught it through the eye.
 
Laura continued down the mall, ignoring the stupid people and the stupid dead people. She ... well, not signed up, but trained to fight NMX not stupid walking dead. As a young clone, why should she care about the people's comfort, nationhood, and all that stupid nonsense. Laura Romero wasn't part of any of it so why defend it.

All that mattered was her. She, herself and her. And as far Laura Romero, the Most Brilliant Medic in the Universe, was concerned, all the others here could sod it. Being alone was more natural to her than being with others. In fact, she hated how stupid most other Nepleslians she had met were. She, of course, had been genetically crafted to be a brilliant mind as well as a robust body. Why should she bother with naturally-born, naturally-stupid people?

So, after she had fired those warning shots, Laura ignored the others. Marines they may or may not be. But those stupid dead people were attracted to those stupid living people. Why was the world filled with stupid things like those idiots?
 
Laura started running towards the store. It was not so far too, but she could already noticed few zombies getting up the escalator. It seemed though that hey were lured towards the store rather then to Laura. As they got near she could hear very loud BLAM BLAM and first two zombies flew away in geysers of blood.

"WHAT IS THIS. REDS ARE ATTACKING?" She could hear angry voice from inside the shop. It sounded rather cranky and old. "WELL KEEP COMING, OLD PERKINS HAS ENOUGH SHELLS FOR EVERYBODY!"

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Marines near the shuttle could see blonde girl running away towards the store. They could also hear the shotgun fire and zombies getting near the store being mowed down, by the fire from within.

"Okay people move up!" LT shouted, she looked at Rita, but it seemed that Rita was having enough fun. She was also dealing with lot of zombies and drawing their attention.

"Morris! Move up with the others, I don't have gun so I will watch our butts." LT said, drawing her knife. Better something then nothing.

Sawyers fire was effective but he was down to his last two magazines. He really needed to stock up.
 
"Don't shoot, old man! I'm a Marine! I'm with the Greens!" Laura yelled as she took cover behind the wall next to the shop's entrance. "I need more guns to kill these bastards! Got anything I can use?"
 
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