It was decided that Rochelle was to act as watch for any Hunters I missed. Taking care to be quiet. Avoiding pounces so I wouldn't screech, relying more on the instinctual parkour movements I remember from my past. I crawled quietly behind a Hunter stalking the survivors. A/C ducting lie between me and it. I backed up, stood up, ran a few steps and tic-tacked off the wall. I grabbed the Hunter's head and brought it down with me. Unconscious or dead, it was no longer a threat for now. The numbers thinned as the buildings got lower. We were getting out of the business district and into the local areas, two story local run businesses long abandoned on either side of the road. As I found myself less and less useful on the roofs I moved to a dog role with the survivors. At this point I was trying my skill with slight of hand by swiping Nick's second pistol. Not a moment too soon. The ground shook, cars ahead flew aside and a Tank reared its ugly half-a-face. The survivors went through their SOP but I was waiting, for an opening. It finally barreled close enough and I yelled "cease fire!" As I pounced. I hit my target: the bend of his elbow, forcing him to "kneel", put him at eye level. Thus allowing me to level a pistol to its nose and delete it. (Dang I wish you really could just *POP* headshot: no more tank) We continued on in silence, we reached someone's set up: radio, heavy guns, explosives, makeshift helipad, and weapons. I saw my baby and immediately slung the AK over my back and loaded up on magazines. I switched her from safety to semi and said to no one specific,"You could use the extra gun. Plus infected ignore me so I can pick you guys up faster. If ol reliable can't handle this." I flicked out my police baton with a toothy grin. I have a thing for them. Their solid, easy, easy to carry cause they're collapsible, and don't break as easily as other things you may find in the zombie outbreak because they are built to beat up. Ellis snorted and said, "Now don't start callin it Precious!" Coach and Rochelle chuckled but actually laughed a bit when I cradled the baton from a crouching position and wretched "GOLLUM! GOLLUM!" After helping Ellis haul ammo boxes to the heavy guns and showing him the basics, like how to fix jams or reloading he was ready up top. I helped Coach place gas cans and propane in certain spots and then helped Rochelle treat the minor injuries sustained from the days hordes. We were ready and Nick got on the radio.
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SpiritualThe bible tells us: God will protect His children. It also tells us we might not understand why things happen to us, but in the end it will benefit all of us. He has a plan. And He can see Past, Present, and Future. (Challenge: Every chapter name i...
