[i]Abel O'Connell
Not Ready for Retirement[/i]


Abel physically felt a grin spread across his face when Jason was able to blast the lock off. He even laughed when the dude shouted “FUCK LOCKS!”. Comedy and tragedy went hand in hand he supposed. He hoped the tragedy came before the comedy, but thus far it seemed it was yet to begin. He did as he was asked and stayed on top, watching as dozens of Gob's looked up at him, reaching and growling all the while. 

“Feral fucking assholes.” He mumbled under his breath, looking into the dead eyes of one of the beasts. Though even the word beast seemed too human for them. 

After a minute Jason called up saying he'd found supplies. Not exactly enjoying balancing on the roof Abel climbed down. It took his eyes a second to adjust to the lower light level, and even then he was momentarily shocked by the sight and stink.

“Oh Jesus. I'm going to assume these dudes are dead for real.” He said, spotting what seemed to be a self inflicted wound on one of the guys nearer the back. “What the fuck happened here?” 

He didn't really want an answer, it wouldn't help them, and it wasn't something they should even be thinking about. They needed to keep as much morale between the two of them as they possibly could. It was way too easy to give up in a situation that looked as bleak as this one. Spotting something he placed the revolver on the dashboard before going into one of the dead guys holsters and withdrawing a H&K USP. It was a nice looking handgun, not unlike the Glock he already had. He ejected the clip and counted the rounds. There seemed to be six left in it, and they were bigger than the 9mm rounds for his Glock. Probably chambered for .45 calibre. Examining the side of the gun told him he was correct.

“Little more ammo at least... Alright Jason, let's talk strategy. We're definitely not accepting the same retirement package as these guys.”

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Abel picked [b]1 H&K Handgun (7 .45 rounds)[/b].
Abel discarded [b]1 Revolver (1 .38 round)[/b].