Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2

=speeds up and catches sight of a caravan in the distance=

"Yea, I know. I was kinda implying turn around, but that's a bit late now, isn't it? Let's go get this unloaded first, wherever, you are unloading it."

"well, first i need to drive to the Golf resort, you know, the one on the otherside of both walls, sort it, and then bring back what's left, which will probably be a lot considering all of the 27 Elites living there, well, me not included."

=While I was packing, i found something rather cool: a pair of matte black, curved machetes. They looked like Kuhkris=

Well, hello there.

=I grabbed the handles, and the weight felt good. They came with sheathes, and I managed to find a way to get them around my belt without impeding my movement. Finally, with the pistols I found a Glock 18. It had a shoulder holster, which I put on=

Okay, so this trip was worth it.

=I walked out of the store, and began walking back to my boat=

"They going to let me in? I'm not really one of them, and they do seem to be keen on keeping people out."

"your with me, they'll let you in, you can't stay, but as long as your near me, they won't bother you."

=As I walked through the market zone, I heard movement. I spun around, my new Glock already in my hand. I saw a pair people, clad in armor, maybe riot gear. They had guns, but they were not pointed at me. However, they had seen me, and were slowly walking over. I realized soon who they were: the Elites. These guys were the, "military" backbone of all the rich people that had survived. Originally, they had been the body guards of these, former diplomats, and high profile people. Now, they were part of a small army, controlled by the rich folk. I had encountered them before. They weren't bad, really=

"Howdy. Is there a reason you're walking towards me?"

=They stopped, and one spoke=

*Elite #1*

Sorry, just didn't expect to see another survivor. Who are you with?

"I'm with nobody. I'm simply passing through."

"That's good. I don't want to be lumped up with those Slummer assholes."

I put on my best Cole Train voice.

"Dat shit just ain't right, man."

=after a few minutes he sees the golf cart in the distance and honks the horn and waves=

*Elite #2*

We should drop him right now, take what he has.

=I pointed my gun at the other guys head=

"Really? You're going to kill me, and just take my stuff? If that's the case, then I guess only one of you will get back to your bosses."

*Elite #1*

Shut it Eric. We're not going to kill him. He's just a kid. Go, leave.

=I lowered my gun a little=

"Gee, thanks. I'll be going now."

=I turned my back on them, and walked away=

There are a line of baskets behind the cart

"what? lumped up? what are you talking about?"

"Last I heard, there were a few Slummers forcing their way inside. I didn't want to be mistaken as one of them."

"oh, yeah, they'll probably get killed, fortifications are fortifications for a reason, ya'know"

=Speeds up to 60Km/h=

"I think we'll be there shortly"

"Yeah...hey, how fast can this thing go?"

I look around as we speed up.

=Before I left, I turned around=

"Hey, you guys here any news about the West? Anything up that way?"

*Elite #1*

Yeah, I heard that in Ireland, they've got a small thing going on. Something down by the coast, at the South.

"Thanks. Now, I will leave."

=I turned, and walked away. It took me a few minutes, but I got back to my boat. I untied her, and sped off=

Well, looks like I have a destination: Ireland.

Garth wrote:

"Yeah...hey, how fast can this thing go?"

I look around as we speed up.

"Before or after it was refitted? I mean, before Aodh said it needed tinkering with, more power to pull more stuff, it went, 24km/h, now, I'm at the max, can't go more than 60km/h, and when we get back Aodh is supposed to fix it, the brakes don't work too well at this speed..."

"Don't work well as in, not at all? Or...what

I looked at him questioningly.

=sits there wondering why they sped up=

Garth wrote:

"Don't work well as in, not at all? Or...what

I looked at him questioningly.

"at this speed? They don't work at all, need to take the foot off the gas and wait until we get below 40km/h before I can begin applying the brakes.."

"I'm glad we don't have to make any turns for a while."

I get a bit worried and put my hand up on the frame.

=I smile=

"yeah, that's why I love Ireland, not many sharp turns."

"Not a lot of turns, period. Just a lot of ups and downs. And rain, gotta love that rain."

"yeah, the rai-"
=Thunder is heard as deep and powerful 'boom and crack' and lightning lights up the sky, the rain pours down even harder than before=

"-n, well I think i'll take my foot off the gas now, wouldn't want to lose control of the cart, with all this rain..."

=Takes foot off gas, Cart starts slowing down=

"guess this means we'll have some pretty opaque fog in the morning.... or tomorrow in general"

"Yeah. That gonna be hell for the people on lookout."

"it always is, Zombies get by, sometimes make it as far as the walls by the course, not always, some fall off the cliff, but yeah, I might get patrol duty as well..."

"Oh, hey, I meant to tell you. I found a P90 on one of my trips. Was wondering if either you or Alex wanted it, assuming he's coming this way at all."

"yeah, reminds me of before we met up, but that's a story of another time. no, I'm not interested in something that can jam in a fight. My machetes are all I need."

"I'm not sure a P90 can jam, but, if you don't want it, you don't want it. I'll just hold on to it for a little while."

=we arrive in the slums=

Garth wrote:

"I'm not sure a P90 can jam, but, if you don't want it, you don't want it. I'll just hold on to it for a little while."

=we get closer to the wall=

=We begin to pass through the slums, and then wall, seperating the slums and the zone between areas, then finally, the second wall, the guards simply nod as we pass, we slowly approach the resort.=

I nod to the guards as we go. I try to look as non-threatening as possible.

=follows them=


wonder what i can find this go around

zeru wrote:

=follows them=


wonder what i can find this go around

=The Guards stop him at the first wall=

"sir, you can't go in."

=hands him a signed request from his contact=



noew let me pass

=I had spent the last... Time... Trying to find somewhere to stay... And to see if somebody knew about me. The last place to look was... The actual safe zone. And... I had found out something though. The armour I was wearing... Was Elite class... Something Special... I begin to make my way towards the safe zone.=

=waits for confirmation=


wonder where that other guy went

=I arrive at the Entrance to the safe zone, seeing the guard busy with something. I also see the man from earlier. I stay back, watching.=

Here goes nothing...

I hit the ground running. The grass felt good under my shoes. Felt like home again. Me and my squad of 11 made a beeline for the the trees, the Chinook, started to go back from where we lifted off.

We got to the trees, and rested for a second. I took out my tac pad, and brought up a map. I looked at the area around us. "Okay....we got a farm house one direction, and a city another."

"Stat on city."

"No clue"

"I say farmhouse then."

"Let's move."

=looks around and sees miller=


hey it's the duckboat driver

=I walk over to him, the guards still busy.=

So... What you here for?

Items like...?

=I check my rifle.=

We see the house from a distance. "Looks clear from back here." I signal to move up. We start to go for the house.

A Thermal scope? Aren't the zombies... Dead?

Raiders then?

=I check the sight on my Rifle.=

Animals...?

=I scratch my helmet.=

=The Guard sends a runner with the request form to the Resort=