Bacon — Roleplayer Guild

Michael froze for a half of a second as everything happened so quickly, and he took in the area around him. No one was moving, while those freaks had arrived and were getting closer. The fact that the young woman next to him was stunned wasn’t a surprise, “You! Take whoever’s mobile, and start moving to the second story!” Michael shouted to Claudia, with that voice of authority used by non-commissioned officers everywhere that he hadn’t used in nearly forty years. He turned back to face the contested area at the front of the bar, and took in the sight. This wouldn’t be such a hard choice if he had more than fourteen bullets, but the situation was what it was. In a single, smooth motion, he drew his old, but well-maintained service pistol, and leveled it. “Fall back! Now!” He shouted to the survivors, as he leveled his gun. He took a breath, exhaled, and as his lungs empted, he squeezed the trigger, and that distinct bang echoed through what was left of the bar.

The driver zombie’s head snapped back as the two-hundred and thirty grain piece of lead blew parts of the damned thing's brain matter across the car’s seats. He started walking back, as he shouted to the survivor. ”You’re about to lose your cover if you can’t get out of there in the next ten seconds!” He called, as he started walking backwards, trusting the girl and the other survivors to keep his back covered. He was lucky with how the driver zombie stayed content to remain dead, but that said nothing for the growing horde making it’s way towards them. 

Were he a younger man, he would’ve been right there next to that man, trying to get the elderly woman out. But Bennett didn’t have the strength, speed, or bullets to buy the man more time than what he’d offered. Not to mention, the older woman’s legs had probably been broken beyond the point of saving, and unfortunately, he wasn’t about to risk multiple people who were useful for one who wasn’t. As many people needed to get out of here as possible, and unfortunately it wasn’t worth risking multiple lives and the only gun in the room for one crippled elderly woman.

Bennnett’s pace kept steadily towards the room’s other door as he set his sights on the next-closest zombie for a moment, waiting until Claudia and the others were through. “You’re out of time, big man! Fall back!” He ordered the survivor, and after a tense moment, he relented. As the zombies drew closer, and the strapping young man reluctantly left the room, Michael looked the elderly woman in the eyes. He could see that pain and fear, and he wasn’t about to let her suffer while these damned things tore her apart. “God forgive us.” He muttered, as he switched his point of aim, and granted mercy with his handgun before falling through the doorway.

When the younger woman brought up the idea of going next door, Michael thought about her proposition for a moment. It wasn’t a bad plan by any means, as a vehicle would at least get them partway to the cordon. Logically it couldn’t take them all the way; the highway was going to be a nightmare to traverse unless the army was kind enough to clear it.

There was only two problems he had with that plan. The first was if there wasn’t a functional vehicle. He wasn’t familiar with that building, so he didn’t know how well-used the garage was, but it made sense that there’d be parts to fix a car that could be acquired, even if they needed to be removed by a younger person with a crowbar or wire cutters first.

After a few moments, the older man nodded. There was exactly one other objection he had left, which he’d solve himself. “Seems doable. Won’t do to have y’all get yourself killed and leave us stranded, though.” Michael stated, as he straightened his shoulders a bit and looked the young woman square in the face. “If you’re doin’ that ma’am, then I’m coming with ya. Better if ya have someone watching yer back.”

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