Until Days' Light

[MyNameDidntFit]

Mick moved the gun from the man's face.
"In. Quick." he ordered.
As the two men came in he shut the door behind them and turned to face them, noticing the assault rifles in their hands and the duffel bag they held.
"Name's Mick. There are two others with me, they're out back getting food and water." he paused and looked at his M9 and back to them, "What're the odds that bag has another M4 in there?"

[Mandalorian]

Sam smiled slightly, he recognized the guy. Not that he really knew him but he had seen him around the base a good amount and he had heard he served in the army at some point. The chances are pretty high, he set the duffel bag down and pulled another M4 out, and handed it and two more clips to Mick. "the name is Sam, he's" he gestured to peter "is Peter," he paused for a second "we might want to start heading out of here fairly soon. The crowds are at the point where they'll still distract the things but its possible to move through the crowd. I say we have another 5 minutes or so before the crowd gets thin enough where being in the center wont help much."

Peter nodded as Sam spoke "and we do have to get out of here, These things are even worse then we thought possible I was researching the samples Sam brought in when this started to happen. These things wont just die on us, unfortunately undead is a very adequate term they will keep coming back." he noticed the slightly puzzled expression on Sam and Mick's faces "don't worry I'll explain in more detail when where out of here"

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Morgan continued loading the duffel bags with supplies and hearing the two others come in sighed slightly and grabbed another duffel bag and started loading it up as well. when he finished loading them full of food he grabbed yet another bag this one slightly larger and put two portable butane burners in it as well as a few packs of butane. He put in a few small sauce pans, two thermo treated rubber spatulas and a box of salt.

He grabbed the four bags and winced slightly as he picked them up, he moved them out to the main room of the cafeteria and set them down on a table. He nodded to Sam and Peter “hello, the names Morgan” he gestured towards the duffel bags “one each, there a little heavy but we should still be able to run.”

Sam nodded “alright” he went over to the bags felt all of there weights for a few seconds and then grabbed the heaviest bag which was full of the cooking equipment and shouldered it next to the pack of ammo. As his hands brushed the M4 in the bag he glanced at Morgan “you know how to shoot a gun?” Morgan nodded “Yeah I do I target shoot a lot and I’ve gone hunting before” Sam sighed “alright then” he pulled the M4 out “I hate to give this to a kid but we’ll need the fire power” he handed it and a few clips to Morgan “be careful with that thing, its different then firing a hunting rifle. Morgan nodded “more kick? and fires faster right?”

Sam shook his head a little bit from left to right “not really, the kick is… different it’s a little delayed from the shot, that and you’ve got to time your shots to your breath it’s harder to keep it on target while firing then a hunting rifle.” Morgan smiled “I think I can handle it” he glanced around “we better get out of here soon, I doubt we have much time” Sam replied “yeah you’re right but lets wait another minute he glanced at Mick, Peter, and back into the kitchen where he heard another person. Lets wait tell everyone’s ready”

[Junk Angel]

Petra stertched herself slightly, the bags just about full. She just grabbed the few pet bottles and made sure to fill them with coffee.
The cantine was all but deserted now, just her and Morgan. Though Mick just came back in, followed by two other men. She wondered if she ever saw them before, but they sparked no recognition at all.
For a moment she wondered just about how many people might have been ripped up by the beasts until now, well at this point it was entirely unimportant. They were just dead, mere food right now. She'd have to survive to feel sorry for those people later.
She walked over to Mick and the two men.
"The stuff is more or less ready."

[MyNameDidntFit]

"Good." Mick let the M4 fall on its sling as he grabbed one of the bags and put it on his back.
He looked at the other three, each with an M4. A second of indecision followed before he pulled his M9 from behind his back, clicked the safety on and looked to Petra.
He spun the gun in his hand so he was holding the barrel with the grip pointing to her.
He spoke as he held it out, "You've only got one clip. That's for emergencies. There shouldn't be anything us four can't handle with these. Got that?"

[Mandalorian]

Sam nodded "I wouldn't be so sure, where going to be doing a lot of running as well as shooting. Where going to need to get out of this base and head west across the open land until day comes. Then we keep moving until we find a good place to hole up for the night." he walked over to the door "I'll go through first Mick follow in 15 seconds, then Peter, then Morgan, then you Petra." he took a deep breathe "ok then lets go" he opened the door slowly and stepped through keeping his back to the wall

[MyNameDidntFit]

"Shit. That idiot's going to get himself killed. Running and shooting? This isn't a fucking video game." Mick kicked the wall and swore under his breath, "We're changing the order, Morgan, you switch places with Petra, she's the least armed so we don't want her at the back where she's most vulnerable."
He punched his fist into the palm of his hand.
"Good luck."
He cocked the M4 and stepped into the darkness, Morgan's silhouette was barely visible as he bent double and ran silently to Morgan's side.
"Oi!" he whispered, "Hold it."
Morgan looked back at him, his eyes belaying a tinge of anger.
"This ain't a video game. What you said about running and shooting; forget it. With an assault rifle you ain't gonna hit fuck all and you're gonna waste all your ammo, then you're gonna die. If you have to shoot stop and aim, if there's no time. Keep running. Now get going."
Morgan paused, his face showing more anger now, it was obvious he wasn't used to having someone tell him what to do. But after a split second he took off again and Mick crouched low and waited until he was far enough away before he began creeping forwards.

(OOC: I hope you don't mind the swearing but it goes with Mick's personality when he's under stress or pissed off )

[Mandalorian]

OOC no I don't mind but... you go the characters confused just edit the Morgan references to Sam references

Sam sighed "I didn't say run and shoot I said we would be doing a lot of both." he shouldered the rifle, keeping it half way up with the stock resting against his shoulder. he said in just loud enough voice that Mick would hear "Both will be happening at the same time but not from the same people, if they start chasing us Morgan Petra, and Peter can run. We'll stay and give them time."

[Junk Angel]

Petra looked at the gun, inwardly smiling, remember her old fun times of airsoft. Naturally a real gun was nothing compared to a gas one, but at least she probably knew well enough how to hold one, as not to get her wrist or nose broken.
She listened for a while to the conversation before she herself decided to chime in.
"You know, I'm really glad that there's more of us now, just one thing. I know we have to move out, just to where?"

[Mandalorian]

Peter glanced over at her "well for now we better just find some place safe but... this base was in contact using a CB with one in LA. I think that would be the best place to go. Plus..." he patted his duffel bag slightly "I have some samples and information in here that I'm sure they could use over there."

Morgan glanced up "We should try to find an Atlas then, we'll need to find the way through the least populated areas." he raised the M4 resting it against his shoulder, he ran his hands along it until he found the safety and the control to set the fire pattern. he flipped it over to full auto and took the safety off. "thats thinking a little ahead though isn't it? I doubt we even make it past the gates." a smile slowly spread across his face but didn't reach his eyes "well, we better get going huh?"

Sam looked the kid over closely he's nto totally stable... I don't think he's that far from a break down... he looked over at Mick "ok revised order lets go you, Peter, Petra, Morgan, then me." I want to keep an eye on this kid

They moved slowly through the dark streets always keeping to the walls. every once in awhile one of the things would run past and the group would stop and clench there guns tighter.

[MyNameDidntFit]

(OOC: Oops. Could you try using a new line for each new person's speech? Its confusing >.< I'll fix those after I post this -- Done, lol, I just noticed, I only said the wrong name in half of it )

Mick kept moving low and steady, not looking back unless one of the creatures had just passed. His time spent studying the layout of the base helped him move towards the gates with minimal confusion. He rounded a corner close to the wall and found himself facing the back of one of the creatures bent double over a body. He silently stepped back and held his clenched fist up, made sure the others stopped and moved forwards, the rifle raised above his shoulder with the butt forwards.

He whistled almost silently and the thing turned. The moment it was facing him he drove the butt of the rifle into its temple while at the same time slamming its head into the wall. He brought the rifle back and slammed it twice more. The creature fell to the floor its skull crushed in on both sides.
Mick stepped over to the body the creature had been feeding on. He paused for a second before he caved its head in with his boot.
He moved back around the corner. Walking up to Peter.
"You know about these. Say I just crushed one's head, it'd be dead, completely, right?"
In any other situation he would've laughed at the look that came over Peter's face.

[Mandalorian]

Peter sighed "for awhile at least," he didn't expand on the comment even though he saw the curious look on Mick's face. Sam moved up next to them and said in a low whisper "we've got to keep moving, there not going to be distracted for to much longer..."

almost as if it had heard what Sam had said one of the creatures came wandering out of an alley way its head moving around slowly and its body hunched. the entire group froze watching the seen hoping it didn't spot them. Then a scream rose up from behind them and Sam spun around, another one had seen them from the other direction. Sam gritted his teeth and said in a low growl "run, they know there's fresh meat now" he let out a burst from the M4 catching the thing in the upper chest and in the neck. It stumbled backwards and then started to get up again until Sam put another three bullets into the things head.

[MyNameDidntFit]

Mick quickly put two bullets into the face of the other of the creatures.
"Petra, Peter, Morgan. RUN!!"
All three of them hesitated.
"RUN OR I'LL SHOOT YOU MYSELF!!" he pointed the gun at the three of them and they all took off towards the gates.
"OK, Sam, we move slowly towards the gates but our first priority is keeping these things off the other three's back."
Just as he finished another creature rounded a corner in front of them followed by another three and the both of them nodded to each other and opened fire.

[Junk Angel]

Petra was moving along with the ground. Just as she thought it was safer, one of the beast emerged before her.
She tried to shoot it, but the kick of the weapon was enormous. With some practice it would be easy to keep a mark, but not just now, so suddenly. For a moment she considered herself dead already, but to her luck, this creature was more human than was usual. The two bullets that zipped directly around it made it hesitate, pause for long enough for the real soldiers to notice it and kill it.
"You're lucky, most of them just pounce," he commented as they moved out again.
She had idea where they were going, but at least they were moving.

[Mandalorian]

Sam took small slow steps backwards as he continued to fire the gun, he glanced over at Mick "cover me for a second." not waiting for a response, Sam stopped firing and reached into the weapons duffel bag he pulled out two frag grenades. "on three turn and run, these things should keep them off of us for awhile." he pulled both the pins at once and counted out loud "one...two...three!" he threw the grenades adn turned and run not even bothering to look to see if Mick followed him.

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Morgan ran along, keeping pace with Petra and Peter. He attempted to fire off a few rounds from the gun but he wasn't used to the delayed kick of a fully auto gun, and even the greatest shot had a lot of trouble firing while moving. quickly he gave up and just focused on running. he heard growing gradually farther away "one...two...three" and then a second later two low "whumps" as the frag grenades exploded.

[MyNameDidntFit]

Oh shit, last time I saw this three men died.
The thought echoed through his head as he watched Sam throw two grenades at once.
Suddenly the memory washed over him and took his mind from reality. The images were vivid and clear. He could see Wesley half smiling as he tossed two grenades, after pulling the pins at the same time. Just under three seconds later the first grenade exploded and the second flew through the air towards them, propelled by the first blast.
Mick was the only one who saw it, he dived to the ground as it exploded above them, shrapnel tearing into five other men, killing two instantly. Wesley held on just long enough to put a bullet in his own head.

A sudden shrill scream brought reality crashing back.
Fuck!
Mick dove directly to his side and began his roll into an alley as the first grenade exploded followed by the second, though a split second later it exploded directly in front of the alley. He huddled into the wall as the shrapnel tore past, several small pieces searing his face and body but no major injuries. He stood quickly and sprinted out of the alley, the M4 banging against his stomach on its strap as he ran.

He slowed as he reached Sam.
"For fucks' sake mate you almost got me fucking killed!" he laughed slightly, "Wouldn't be the first time, now sprint while we've got the chance to catch the others."
He took off as soon as he finished and heard Sam's footsteps hasten behind him.
Finally the adrenaline of war was seeping back into him.
This is what I was born for.