Post-Apocalyptic RP:Zombies

I nod to turn thinking."Shes a police bitch but shes my only link to my mother and I wanna see her(mother) dead by my hands even if she is a zedhead......so I will not leave police bitch behind."

 

I heard the shout and stretched. I picked up my shotgun and shouted 'I'm coming!' I then followed the path through my minefield to the voices and there stood my old friends. "Hello, would you like to enter my property, follow my steps or you may face a quick and gory end." I turned around expecting them to follow, I wonder if the one with the revolver noticed the accent change, actually, screw that, he'd better have my revolver or he will die

 

Omg, I died!!! :laugh:

"I'm coming!", someone replied further up the road, and the man I expected to see, came walking down the road with a shotgun in his hands. I took a hold of the MP5 slinged over my shoulder and held it firmly with a passive stance, letting it hang in my hand across my chest. "Hello, would you like to enter my property, follow my steps or you may face a quick and gory end.", the man said to us. I pondered over the words, wondering what he meant. He couldn't possibly mean that he'd overpower us all if we did something out of line? We were, after all, three versus one. He must've had something else up his sleeve. I didn't have time to think it through, as he turned around and began walking back up to the shack. I Didn't feel comfortable leaving my car again, but I suppose it was safe there.

Quickly, I opened the trunk and picked up the shotgun which I handed to Turnbike, with some ammunition. I then reluctantly handed the MP5, with one clip, to the girl. I'd rather trust the man with the MP5, because the MP5 could supposedly be a more lethal weapon than a slow pump-action shotgun that was difficult to handle. But in case shit hit the fan, I had to trust them. And I figured the girl would handle the MP5 better, and the man would handle the shotgun better. "Here, take this. I hope you've got my back if things go down south", I said hushed to them before I locked up the car securely and followed in the footsteps of the man, catching up to him with only my revolver in its holster.

I had never been the chatty type, especially not in situations like these. But I figured that, as a police officer, I'd try my best to read his intentions based on anything he'd say and the way he'd say it. "So, what's your name?", I asked him.

 

I accepted the MP5 checking it over and grinning abit psychoticly."MP5 9mm 30 round mag...nice!"I sat it in my lap and turned to turn smiling."So how did a handsome fella like you end up meeting me?"I said tieing my hair back into a ponytail as I spoke turned in my seat to face him through the cage seperating front and backseats.

 

"My name's Alex," I said "Now, are your other bloody friends coming? I'm not going back and forth, also, that man had better have my revolver or I will push him into this minefield . To hell with the damages"

 

".....Minefield?", I muttered insecurely, looking at the ground around me. Nothing visible. I didn't know if he was bluffing or not, but there was no need to take the chance. I turned around and hurriedly waved at them to follow us. "They're coming".

 

I smile at Turn trying to seem inocent following him up the road letting the MP5 hang off the sling."I ment what are the chances of meeting you?More so in this shit...your handsome your a good person and your not a pig police bitch.....lawdog whatever you wanna call the cops."I offered another smile then then turned to kimmi and the man."Minefield eh?Try it and I'll kill you.I like him so you hurt him I kill you goes the same to you police bitch(Kimmi)."

 

This girl was direct. 'Teenagers...', I thought to myself. I answered her with a lame, slow and bored tone, showing that her threat didn't affect me what-so-ever: "Don't worry, I don't think he's gonna throw us onto those mines... Not me, at least", as I kept letting my hand hover idly beside the revolver in my leg-holster, like I had been doing the whole way from the car to where we were now, as we arrived at the shack.

 

I smiled at the woman who had just stepped out of the car and threatened me, 'fucking degenerate' I muttered under my breath. "You, the one with the revolver, my revolver, you'd better still fucking have it or I will liquidise you and your little girlfriend because you are still in the firing line of my fougasse mines, you'd better not have left that revolver lying around like a £1 toy.' I turned to the woman which the violent woman had referred to as the police bitch 'you, officer, have done no wrong to me yet so you are fine to safely venture on.'

 

I smirked showing my contempt."Yea yea try to leave me or turn here your going down with us your the only link to my mother and I wanna see the bitch bleed for what she did to me...okay?So whats to say we give this fucker what he wants and go about our way?"I said nudging turn before idly gripping the MP5 ready to make the fucker bleed if he tried to hurt turn...my sweet handsome new friend....hopefully more soon.

 

I think that was three people posting at the same time

 

Something like that

 

I flinched at Svetlana's comment about her mother. I didn't believe it one bit. But I shook out of the thought.

I wasn't usually the person to calm things down. Quite oppositely, I was one of the people who'd just make the situation more tense. It was one of my many "flaws", as my colleagues referred to it as, in the field as an officer. Daniel was the only person who was able to calm me down in the heat, and now he was dead. I followed his example, for once, and took a little charge. "Now, now, let's all calm down. I'm sure we can figure this out here. I'm sure Turnbike has your revolver, and if he doesn't you can have mine as repayment and as my fair share for you letting us into your place with all your hospitality", I said as I pulled my revolver and held it out carefully with my index finger and thumb. I looked at Turnbike with an expecting face expression, waiting for him to hand the revolver over to the man.

 

I sigh and face palm with my free hand.'Can we just hurry this up?Please I got shit to do....."I turn to handsome then police bitch then the stupid motherfucker debating what to do knowing I'd side with handsome however no matter what.

I nickname people in text cause Lana is in her head keeping incharacter and all

 

I just stared with an empty blank face expression at Turnbike while he was laughing, not really realizing what was so funny about it. But he broke the ice, luckily. As he explained how he didn't have the revolver, I looked over at mister Alex with a "Not my fault"-face expression as I shrugged before I stuffed the revolver back into its leather-holster on my thigh, forgetting completely that I had offered to give it as a gift for his hospitality. "Why don't we keep walking, it's getting dark outside. Alex, you lead the way since you know where your mines are placed.."

It's been fun, and it'll keep being so. Going to bed now, I'll be back in about 16-18 hours

 

'Oh, you'll pay me back for that in time, you little' even though he was taller than me by quite a bit but I was the one with a shotgun in a minefield only I knew how to get out off, I was in control 'Anyway, it is getting dark so let's get inside, because while I know the mines off by heart, I don't rate your chances at night, then we will talk about who owes who and who needs to get a little bit of aggression out."