Post by Dana Dillenger on Sept 29, 2022 19:01:43 GMT
Into the shit
"Keep pressure on it!" Dana screamed. She was jerking the wheel between her fingerless gloved adorned hands. Things had gone from fucked to fuckeder in the blink of an eye. Wycheck was AWOL. Norrington was dead and Sims was bleeding out of her shoulder. To her credit she wasn't whining about it. She was staring intently at the road ahead of her. Dana frantically tried to regain control of the wheel. A dead asshole stepped out into the road.
It was only instinct to swerve. She did so and ran into a pole at forty. Seat belts are so crucial now days. Dana was face planted against the wheel. Phobe's head had slammed against the window. She wasn't particularly conscious when the dead ones started piling against the van. Dana woke up to the sound of a horn. She was leaning on the damn thing. Her head was bleeding a bit but otherwise she felt fine. Except for her twisted ankle. Dana looked around and within minutes she knew that they were fucked.
"Rise and shine Phobe." Dana said shaking her lightly. She could see that she was breathing and the bleeding from the slug had stopped in her shoulder. At least for now. Thank god for small fucking miracles. There were about eight dead ones on either side of the van. Dana pulled out her pistol and fired a few shots into the sunroof.
The noise was large and ear rattling. Dana winced away from the sound and the sound started to draw Phobe more awake. "We're going to have to run. And I can't run very fast Pheebs. Take the supplies. I think i saw a pharmacy a block or so that way. Might be able to clean up your shoulder some more. Maybe find me an ankle brace." Phobee nodded. She wasn't much of a talker. Dana wasn't even sure if she could talk. She had never heard her speak.
But that was the thing. Phobee was the sniper. She usually camped out by herself away from the rest of the team holding a position. And the arrogant bitch always cut her radio off. Elliot said it was because she doesn't like distractions when she's in her scope. But Mostly hand gestures and body language got Phobee's point across pretty good. Dana looked at her now and saw Phobee looking at her with careful assesment. "You can run faster. If only one of us get out of here you need to take the supplies back to Barrett. If we both make it.... Well we can look for Elliot along the way."
Dana grunted. There was a shard of glas digging into her thigh. She pulled it out and looked at the red staining the glass. She tossed it away and pulled a bandanna from her pocket and tied her leg off. Grabbing two bags she handed them to Phobee. Standing up Dana used her elbow to knock out the rest of the sunroof. It took a few tries but the shattered glass gave and pushed away in one fucked up piece.
Without speaking Phobee pushed the button that would retract the sunroof getting the bars and other assorted metal frameworks out of the way. Dana smirked. "Thanks." She said as they watched the slow retraction of the empty sunroof. Phobe still had her finger on the button for what seemed like forever. But at last it was out of the way. Dana grabbed one of the bags and looked through it. She grabbed a kitchen timer and set it for 45 seconds. Then she tossed it out of the sun roof in the opposite direction of where they wanted to go.
"Get your ass ready." Dana urged. The timer went off and they were already shoving bags out of the sun roof. Phobe went up first then helping Dana join her. The dead ones were shuffling off to fine out what the ringing was and the two of them hopped off the back of the van and made a break for down the street. Damn it was more like two blocks or so. The pharmacy stood at the end of the street. A gunshot to their left made them cut their eyes.
Dana just caught a glimpse of a man in soldier fatigues (What Elliot was wearing) ducking behind a building firing shots. The dead were on him. "Hustle! Double time!" Dana said limp running down the street towards Elliot. Phobee was right behind her. Her sniper rifle was dangling on her back. She drew a .45 as she ran.
"Keep pressure on it!" Dana screamed. She was jerking the wheel between her fingerless gloved adorned hands. Things had gone from fucked to fuckeder in the blink of an eye. Wycheck was AWOL. Norrington was dead and Sims was bleeding out of her shoulder. To her credit she wasn't whining about it. She was staring intently at the road ahead of her. Dana frantically tried to regain control of the wheel. A dead asshole stepped out into the road.
It was only instinct to swerve. She did so and ran into a pole at forty. Seat belts are so crucial now days. Dana was face planted against the wheel. Phobe's head had slammed against the window. She wasn't particularly conscious when the dead ones started piling against the van. Dana woke up to the sound of a horn. She was leaning on the damn thing. Her head was bleeding a bit but otherwise she felt fine. Except for her twisted ankle. Dana looked around and within minutes she knew that they were fucked.
"Rise and shine Phobe." Dana said shaking her lightly. She could see that she was breathing and the bleeding from the slug had stopped in her shoulder. At least for now. Thank god for small fucking miracles. There were about eight dead ones on either side of the van. Dana pulled out her pistol and fired a few shots into the sunroof.
The noise was large and ear rattling. Dana winced away from the sound and the sound started to draw Phobe more awake. "We're going to have to run. And I can't run very fast Pheebs. Take the supplies. I think i saw a pharmacy a block or so that way. Might be able to clean up your shoulder some more. Maybe find me an ankle brace." Phobee nodded. She wasn't much of a talker. Dana wasn't even sure if she could talk. She had never heard her speak.
But that was the thing. Phobee was the sniper. She usually camped out by herself away from the rest of the team holding a position. And the arrogant bitch always cut her radio off. Elliot said it was because she doesn't like distractions when she's in her scope. But Mostly hand gestures and body language got Phobee's point across pretty good. Dana looked at her now and saw Phobee looking at her with careful assesment. "You can run faster. If only one of us get out of here you need to take the supplies back to Barrett. If we both make it.... Well we can look for Elliot along the way."
Dana grunted. There was a shard of glas digging into her thigh. She pulled it out and looked at the red staining the glass. She tossed it away and pulled a bandanna from her pocket and tied her leg off. Grabbing two bags she handed them to Phobee. Standing up Dana used her elbow to knock out the rest of the sunroof. It took a few tries but the shattered glass gave and pushed away in one fucked up piece.
Without speaking Phobee pushed the button that would retract the sunroof getting the bars and other assorted metal frameworks out of the way. Dana smirked. "Thanks." She said as they watched the slow retraction of the empty sunroof. Phobe still had her finger on the button for what seemed like forever. But at last it was out of the way. Dana grabbed one of the bags and looked through it. She grabbed a kitchen timer and set it for 45 seconds. Then she tossed it out of the sun roof in the opposite direction of where they wanted to go.
"Get your ass ready." Dana urged. The timer went off and they were already shoving bags out of the sun roof. Phobe went up first then helping Dana join her. The dead ones were shuffling off to fine out what the ringing was and the two of them hopped off the back of the van and made a break for down the street. Damn it was more like two blocks or so. The pharmacy stood at the end of the street. A gunshot to their left made them cut their eyes.
Dana just caught a glimpse of a man in soldier fatigues (What Elliot was wearing) ducking behind a building firing shots. The dead were on him. "Hustle! Double time!" Dana said limp running down the street towards Elliot. Phobee was right behind her. Her sniper rifle was dangling on her back. She drew a .45 as she ran.
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