Rooftop (3rd Floor)

Random NPCs wrote:Carl sat in the lawnchair he pulled up onto the roof, still in his civilian clothes, a sleeveless flannel shirt, white tank top, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a reversed baseball cap. He also wore a pair of fingerless gloves, and had the SWAT headset around his neck, with the attached radio clipped to his jeans pocket as he leaned back and took a deep sip of Cool-Cola in its iconic blue can with white swirls.



He sighed, crushing the can, and tossed it out towards the street, watching it hit one of the damn zombies in the head. His .308 Model 70-P sniper rifle was still in a makeshift gun rest made of a couple of cynderblocks and sandbags, a blanket was in front of the stop for comfort while Carl fired in prone.

Ben Winters wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:Carl sat in the lawnchair he pulled up onto the roof, still in his civilian clothes, a sleeveless flannel shirt, white tank top, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a reversed baseball cap. He also wore a pair of fingerless gloves, and had the SWAT headset around his neck, with the attached radio clipped to his jeans pocket as he leaned back and took a deep sip of Cool-Cola in its iconic blue can with white swirls.



He sighed, crushing the can, and tossed it out towards the street, watching it hit one of the damn zombies in the head. His .308 Model 70-P sniper rifle was still in a makeshift gun rest made of a couple of cynderblocks and sandbags, a blanket was in front of the stop for comfort while Carl fired in prone.

Ben made his way up to the roof to let Carl have a quick break "Hey Carl,nice shooting back there ya did good" Ben spoke in a somewhat cheerful tone "I'll take over for a while though if you like i could do with a moment alone to clear my head" Ben stood at the edge of the roof looking down at the chaos that had change this once peaceful town he also took a moment to remember Rachel "I swear Rachel i will get to the bottom of this and make the fuckers who are responsible pay"

Random NPCs wrote:

Ben Winters wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:Carl sat in the lawnchair he pulled up onto the roof, still in his civilian clothes, a sleeveless flannel shirt, white tank top, faded blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a reversed baseball cap. He also wore a pair of fingerless gloves, and had the SWAT headset around his neck, with the attached radio clipped to his jeans pocket as he leaned back and took a deep sip of Cool-Cola in its iconic blue can with white swirls.



He sighed, crushing the can, and tossed it out towards the street, watching it hit one of the damn zombies in the head. His .308 Model 70-P sniper rifle was still in a makeshift gun rest made of a couple of cynderblocks and sandbags, a blanket was in front of the stop for comfort while Carl fired in prone.

Ben made his way up to the roof to let Carl have a quick break "Hey Carl,nice shooting back there ya did good" Ben spoke in a somewhat cheerful tone "I'll take over for a while though if you like i could do with a moment alone to clear my head" Ben stood at the edge of the roof looking down at the chaos that had change this once peaceful town he also took a moment to remember Rachel "I swear Rachel i will get to the bottom of this and make the fuckers who are responsible pay"

"Evenin' Sarge, thank ya kindly. These bastards aint no match for this Southern boy! Haha!" Carl McInis proudly states. He then noticed that his superior officer's cheerful disposition turned solemn. "...sure man, I'll just be in the hall way." He explained, walking over to the window of the third floor hallway near the storage area and pulled himself back inside.

Andre Westport wrote:Suddenly, Ben's radio began to crackle to life:

"Tank to Big Ben, you hear me Sarge? Over." The voice of Andre 'Tank' Westport of SWAT Delta team, the same unit Ben was under, spoke as clear as day.

Andre Westport wrote: "Here ya clear as day Big Ben. The power is actin' up again, knocked the Armory and range out of commission again. We won't be able to get inside till that gets addressed, not to mention the basement in general." There was a pause. "I'm checking the back gate, you know how that thing acts up when shit doesn't work. Might want to address this to Handyman and Cap, Over."

Andre Westport wrote:"Sarge, contact! The parking garage is compromised!" He spat, shouldering the MP5 and fired bursts into the closest of the three shambling corpses.

Andre Westport wrote:
"Here ya clear as day Big Ben. The power is actin' up again, knocked the Armory and range out of commission again. We won't be able to get inside till that gets addressed, not to mention the basement in general." There was a pause. "I'm checking the back gate, you know how that thing acts up when shit doesn't work. Might want to address this to Handyman and Cap, Over."

Andre Westport wrote:"Sarge, contact! The parking garage is compromised!" He spat, shouldering the MP5 and fired bursts into the closest of the three shambling corpses.