Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

OOC: ok

* i stop sprinting once i get to the camp* wow,i didn't know i could run that fast.*i sit down on a fallen tree and sharpen the blade of my katana*

I walk upstairs in the cannon, and check if it's loaded. I go back down as it was loaded, and then I walk in the front of the bus. I look on the GPS. 20 miles. I take my radio out, and speak through it: "We're 20 miles away. We'll be there soon. Tell us, which is exactly your location in the military base? We need a plan for a quick rescue mission."

*crackle* "Tell me when you arrive i'll shoot a flare or two, or set up a beacon, i'll think of something"

The GPS says 10 miles left. "We need to know where you are so if we shoot our cannon, we won't kill you. We have a cannon, and we're coming with a warmachine to take you out of there." I say.

OOC: lets just say im in the bus
IC: *looks around beneath the seats*
gaaaaaaaaah.... has any one of you saw my helmet?
i really need it...

I open the locker beneath the driver's seat with my remote, and hand Jenkins his helmet. "Here you go. Why do you need this anyways?" I say. I look on the GPS. 5 miles remaining. "We're close, try shooting a flare in a few minutes, and we'll see it" I speak through the radio.

*hears engine getting louder and shoots flare directly above position*

"All right, so he's in the north-east side of the base. We'll be shooting all around him with our cannon. We're close to the base, stop the engine, Kye. I'll be shooting."I walk up to the cannon, steer it towards the flare, and move it a bit left. I fire a cannonshot. I walk back down where the ammo was, and reload the cannon. I fire one more shot to the right of where the flare was. Zombie parts fly all over. I reload the cannon again, and I fire one more shot in the front of the flare. The zombies fly away from there too, in parts. We had a quick route in there. I get down, and walk to the front. I open the bus's front door with the remote. "Everyone, don't let any zombies get in!"I say. "Start driving towards where the flare was, Kye; we'll just get him and leave back home" I say.

*crackles* "hey sounds fun out there, anyway I've packed as much of the best stuff here into as many crates as i reckon that bus of yours will take, be ready for some heavy ass lifting"

"What did you pack? We don't want to carry useless stuff with us. Medical supplies/food/weapons I assume? We could use those." I speak through the radio.

'Scuse me, am I the only one who gives a FUCK about how the hell Jenkins came back from the freak' dead?!'

*crackles* "not much food sorry , but some medical supplies and good grief wait till you see the weapons!!!! oh, there's a couple of snazzy extras too, but all in good time"

"All right, we'll be there in a sec, get out of your hideout; we pretty much cleared the area of zombies."I speak through the radio. "And Anna, I do care about how he did that. But it's not the time. We'll talk about that on the way back, won't we, Jenkins?"I say.

*blows wall and charges out with m9's strapped to arms, shoulders and legs shooting each zombie in both eyes, last one but no ammo left, pulls out a baseball bat and caves it's head in* looks at one of the corpses and says: "dammit, got one in the eyebrow!", then violently throws up. "ugh, ate too much raw bacon*.

OOC: cant have zombies without baseball bats!

OOC: lol, my starting weapon was a baseball bat

OOC: good to hear

"Alex we better make this quick, looks like the whole neighbourhood just showed up."

We were close to Widge. A few seconds later, we were there. "Everyone that can carry weights, outside, and carry the boxes in the storage spaces!" I shout, while opening the storage spaces. "The rest of you, cover us while we transport the boxes." I say. I run outside, and start carrying boxes, one by one.

I sat down at the cracking fire, back on the beach. Damnit, why didn't I speak up? (OOC: If my phone had the internet to respond, I would have XD)
It's not like I couldn't fight...
I looked at the nearest person... Ah, crud. I can't remember their name.
Ah, who gives a flying fuck.
"Hey, wanna do something fun?" I asked mischievously.