Front Yard and Front Gates

Kiko had to let the memories of Pike go as she readied her gun again. She had killed before, and for survival too, so she shouldn't have to hesitate. Besides... "They're not human." She coldly states, aiming for the closest zombie and shooting as well. She changed targets with each additional pull of the trigger, the glock's slide kicking back and ejecting brass casings. I'm not dying here, not to these Night of the Living Dead freaks, I'm going to survive!

Cahill and the officers shot at the creatures as well, Cahill firing his Spas 12 into the approaching creatures while backed up by 9mm fire from the four officers, Brianna and Kiko behind him. The zombies fell, some taking more shots than others, but within a few moments the front of the gate was clear!

"You four, begin fortifying this gate, Brianna, Kiko, you're with me!" He waved them forth, reloading the heavy black shotgun before pumping the weapon. The street wasn't so bad now, but they could hear moans across Ennerdale towards Jack Street where distant gunfire echoed.

"Right!" Kiko called back to Cahill, ignoring the farther off infected, and turned her pistol on the crawling one outside the gate!

BANG!

She swept the street for any other threats towards herself, Brianna and the Captain, and followed closely behind him. "Which way we heading Joe? I'm not too familiar with Raccoon's layout, I just arrived yesterday!" She reminded, keeping up with him, back stepping and then swerved around, her heavy bosom swaying as she now looked to the streets ahead of her and the Captain.

(from here)

A loud, heart pounding thrumming sound resonates in the chests of Brianna Phillips, Captain Cahill and Kiko Aihara as the police helicopter which was several feet above them, but close enough to read 'POLICE' on its underbelly, flew overhead!



Captain Cahill looked up at the helicopter with a slight frown. "Guess SWAT rappelling classes will be on hold..." He grumbled, before turning to the pair. "Ladies, we're heading for Jack Street now, keep together and keep your ammunition usage to a minimum unless necessary. If you need more ammo, lemme know!" He explained, loading his shotgun in mid jog into the street. His light blue uniform spotted with blood and sweat.

[to here]

Officer Andre Westport held the MP5 in his hands tightly. He was 32, tall, muscular, and had faded black hair. He was wearing a riot vest over his standard patrol uniform, and sweat dripped down his ebony flesh as he wiped his brow. His dark eyes swept the gate for any more of those undead fucks, and was ready to light them up! "You got my ass, Hillbilly?" he called out to McInis, who was on the roof of the station behind him. Like Officer Westport, Carl 'Hillbilly' McInis was a police officer and a member of the recently formed SWAT team, lead by Captain Cahill and Lieutenant Handy. McInis was one of the specialists, like Sargent Winters, Carl was a sniper for SWAT Charlie Unit. McInis by comparison, was skinny, had a farmer's tan, blazing red hair and freckled face, and was only 24. "Shaddup, don't be such a baby old man! You're 6'4 and a shit brick house, Andre!" Carl cried back with a southern accent, adjusting the scope of his Remington 700-P, the .308 sniper rifle he trained daily with:



Andre grunted, "Says the man safe up on the roof! How about you get your skinny ass down here and we'll switch places! See how YOU feel down here man!" He called out, as a zombie turned the corner! Andre turned to the faceless man, his skull bleached white, his clouded gaze staring deep into Westport's soul! Andre stumbled back held the submachine gun from the hip given the close range of the target when a loud BANG! erupted! The zombie's head was gone in a cloud of matter and fell promptly to the cobble stone path in front of Andre. From above, Westport could hear McInis say: "That's why!....and you're welcome!"

Andre shook his head, annoyed. "Tsk... show off." He mumbled, wiping away brain matter from his uniform when he hears Carl yell out again: "Shit more's on the way! Westport, you're up!"

Andre didn't hesitate, he side stepped to the open gate, and spotted several of the shambling men and women drawn by the booming of the rifle. "Roger that!" He exhaled, as he unloaded bursts of 9mm rounds into the targets! Their training wasn't complete, but the newly appointed SWAT were the best option for the Police Department since the dissolution of the STARS; they were, in a way, the successors of the STARS unit.

Ratataattaatat-Ratatatatata-Raatatatatatatatatatata!!

The machine gun blared, bright flashes of light followed by a rain of lead that tore through the approaching group of shambling zombies like wet paper! With the immediate threat neutralized, Westport, emptied his mag and slid a fresh banana clip in. "Nice shooting partner," Carl said over the short range radio. Apparently interference made it so that the radios they carried now had an effective range of 10 meters, barely a third of its true potential. Andre sighed. "You too man." He answered back. Both men wondering deep back, what the hell was going on in this city...

[from the main hall]

Ali stepped out with shotgun in hand, still pissed off by Cathy's words... before her attention turned to the bodies in front of the gate. Close by, in a black RPD vest was the tall Andre Westport who turned to her, blood splatter on his worried face. "What the fuck is going on out here?" Ali says to the man as she approached, looking down at the bodies. They were... your typical civilians, but bloodied from their bullet wounds, and upon other glances... bite marks.

Ali Marks wrote:[from the main hall]

Ali stepped out with shotgun in hand, still pissed off by Cathy's words... before her attention turned to the bodies in front of the gate. Close by, in a black RPD vest was the tall Andre Westport who turned to her, blood splatter on his worried face. "What the fuck is going on out here?" Ali says to the man as she approached, looking down at the bodies. They were... your typical civilians, but bloodied from their bullet wounds, and upon other glances... bite marks.

Andre turned to Alison upon hearing her draw near, and he reloaded the smg in his hand. "Ali! Finally, I got me some backup!" He exhaled, slapping the bolt down before clutching the radio mounted on his shoulder. "You good on ammo up there?" He asked Carl, who had replied with another booming shot from his rifle, taking out a distant target crawling up from Fisson Street. "Yup-" His voice crackled over the radio as he racked the bolt of the Model 700P, causing a .308 shell to fly.

Andre then returned his attention to Alison, and frowned. "I don't have a clue. Something to do with the riot I suppose, but radios are limited to short range, the city's in apparent chaos and people are eating each other like zombies." He explained, before pointing over to the corpses. "They just keep comin'," he paused, before pointing to the street. "-shit, more's on the way! Back me up Corporal!" He pleaded, shouldering the sliding stock and prepared to fire on a group of zombies shuffling towards the station!

Random NPCs wrote:

Ali Marks wrote:[from the main hall]

Ali stepped out with shotgun in hand, still pissed off by Cathy's words... before her attention turned to the bodies in front of the gate. Close by, in a black RPD vest was the tall Andre Westport who turned to her, blood splatter on his worried face. "What the fuck is going on out here?" Ali says to the man as she approached, looking down at the bodies. They were... your typical civilians, but bloodied from their bullet wounds, and upon other glances... bite marks.

Andre turned to Alison upon hearing her draw near, and he reloaded the smg in his hand. "Ali! Finally, I got me some backup!" He exhaled, slapping the bolt down before clutching the radio mounted on his shoulder. "You good on ammo up there?" He asked Carl, who had replied with another booming shot from his rifle, taking out a distant target crawling up from Fisson Street. "Yup-" His voice crackled over the radio as he racked the bolt of the Model 700P, causing a .308 shell to fly.

Andre then returned his attention to Alison, and frowned. "I don't have a clue. Something to do with the riot I suppose, but radios are limited to short range, the city's in apparent chaos and people are eating each other like zombies." He explained, before pointing over to the corpses. "They just keep comin'," he paused, before pointing to the street. "-shit, more's on the way! Back me up Corporal!" He pleaded, shouldering the sliding stock and prepared to fire on a group of zombies shuffling towards the station!

"T-that's crazy big guy..." she says, her mind unable to grasp his insane story. However, Marvin's words about 'fighting ourselves' made sense suddenly upon looking at the bodies nearby, combined with Andre's response and even that bitch Cathy's explanation. Thats when the horde approached, shambling and moaning, Andre turning his sub machinegun at them- they looked like your typical civilians though... yet they weren't. Ali gasped, the extent of damage most of the slow approaching mob had was beyond belief: a woman had a missing left arm, a man beside her in a sports jersey had a knife sticking out of his chest... blood dribbling out over the blade. Another, an older man in a blazer, had a missing lower jaw! "Wh-what the hell is wrong with them?! How is that even possible?!" She asked, but no one answered with their voices. Andre's MP5 rattled and Carl's cannon of a rifle boomed above her head, bullets spraying into the crowd of shambling civilians. They recoiled from the blows but it did little to halt their advance! "That's not possible... thats enough firepower to take out an elephant!" She screamed, her skin pale, her neck dripping with cold sweat. She could hear Andrea over the chaos screaming for her to back him up, and she froze... unsure what to do. Shotgun in her shaky hands, it felt heavy... felt wrong to point the weapon at these sickly figures who couldn't be alive... shouldn't be alive!

It wasn't till she saw them up close... their white, vacant eyes did she raise her weapon. She wasn't sure if they were dangerous... but didn't want to find out. They were like the walking dead in those horror films, they just took the brunt of their force and ignored it... seemingly powered by a single driving instinct... hunger. She heard hunger in their moans, their arms, if they had any, raised for Andre and her! She raised her shotgun, leaned into the stock and with tightly gritted teeth pulled the trigger!

Ka-BANG!

She pumped the scatter gun, ejecting a plastic red shell smoking from the chrome slide, which then tumbled onto the cobble stone surface beneath them. Sliding the wooden pump forwards, the receiver slide another shell into the chamber, primed and ready to fire:

Ka-BANG!-Kachunk-Ka-BANG!

She fired several shells into the crowd, the large pellets from the 12 gauge tearing the undead's flesh from their faces, one tore the head clean off!

Ka-BANG!

Ka-BANG!

Ka-BANG!

She had two more shells left, and the diminishing crowd of creatures fell limp, while she reloaded. She was so shaken, it took a few tries to load a shell into the feeder on the bottom of the weapon, her hands jittery from adrenaline. What the fuck is happening out here...? She heard a scream which cut off her thoughts briefly, a young woman was being assaulted by one of the turned humans, digging his teeth into her forearm across the street! "No!" She screamed, running towards the pair. What happened to them? Why is everyone in this town going crazy, acting like zombies!? She thought as she closed the distance, swinging the butt of her weapon against the man's skull, tearing him away from the woman- along with a thin strip of flesh. She grimaced, while the woman screamed. "Go, to the station, now!" Ali ordered, staring at the man with his pale blue face, vacant white eyes and bloody jaw with the fleeing woman's flesh still in his mouth... I joined the force to aid, to help these people... why... why now am I forced to...? She asked herself, feeling her anxiety build as the creature now focused on her!

She jammed the barrel of her shotgun against the creature's face and unflinchingly pulled the trigger.

Ka-BANG!

The zombie's head exploded into mist and gore, grey matter splattering the brick building behind him, as he fell back from the force of the weapon. Blood speckled Alison's face and uniform. She blinked, taking a moment to register this very real situation she now found herself in... "The world... its gone mad..." she shuttered, gulping back the knot in her throat as she returned to loading shells into her gun. She could hear shouts down the street, and turned her attention to them. "Andre!" She called out, loading shells in quick succession. "Cover me!" She screamed, rushing towards the danger, drawing out her fellow office to aid her outside the gates and in the street proper! None of this makes sense... but, if we don't help these people, more lives... more lives will be at risk! She found herself saying, lifting the 870 with an audible one handed pump! She shoulders the weapon and aims at another turned human, their defining trait being their lack of awareness, cataract eyes and bloody clothing... and their voracity towards their fellow man. "Everyone! Into the station!" she cried out, firing another shell. I'm not going to let these people down...!

[From here]

Cahill's orders pushed the group hard and fast to the front entrance and the main, wide street of Ennerdale. It was crazy, that only a ten or so minute walk from where he resided had been filled with death and chaos! Damian however, felt certain that safety was to be had within the thick walls of the station. He turned to Alison when they got closer to the gates, who was behind a parked car in the street, beckoning civilians into the safety of the building whilst firing her shotgun alongside Andre Westport. Carl's rifle above them rang out again, and it made the Lieutenant glad to be in the company of more allies, a family he had grown close to in the past few weeks since the dissolution of the S.T.A.R.S..

Handy stopped at the gate, waving the survivors into the yawning maw of the wide open gates and into the courtyard of the station. "Move move move!" He barked, shotgun in hand, raising the weapon at an approaching zombie's chest, launching the creature far back from the group of survivors they had lead from Jack Street and Fisson. He decided he would assist Ali and Andre, when heard a dry click after firing a couple more shells at approaching infected. "Shit-!" He cussed, digging shells from his pocket as he hastily grabbed for them, dropping a few onto the asphalt without caring for them, in spite of how valuable they would likely be in the hours to come. He loaded the shotgun just as sloppily, sweat dripping from his brow, his head glancing up at the zombie he had shot earlier rising again. "Fuck me..." he grumbled, pumping the shell into the chamber, and aimed for the head:

BANG!!

The creature's head disintegrating into a mass of grey matter and gore. He ejected the shell with a defiant pump, and turned towards Ali. "Hell of a morning, isn't it?" He called out, wearily, shrugging as he shoulders the weapon again, firing at the monsters.

Cahill now was behind the gate, assuming Handy's previous roll now. "Everyone inside the station, now!" He called out, then turned to a few officers who had propped the double doors into the grand hall behind him. "You! Bring out the barricades, sandbags, anything we can use to fortify the street! NOW!" He barked, and the officers in the lobby ran off. Cahill turned to his fellow SWAT officers and loaded his SPAS. "Kamura, Winters, protect the gate! Do not let a single one of those rotting bastards through!!" He fired the weapon at another zombie behind Andre, and took a position outside the gate with Handy and Alison as well!

Sam listened to the Captain's orders, and turned to Khristian to tell him to stay back, but didn't have the time. She quickly glanced from him to the walking dead, and then ran out the gate with the shotgun raised firing buckshot into the closing group. "Dammit, there's too many of them!" She exclaimed, pumping the shotgun, as a few of their fellow officers came out with barricades and sandbags, haphazardly fortifying Ennerdale street. Sam fired her entire shotgun's capacity, began to load... and then realized she forgot to stuff some shells in her pocket! "Shit... I'm running low on ammo!"

Khristian heard Sam’s cry of low ammo, spotting the shells Lieutenant Handy dropped. He drew the 92FS, and crouched down to grab the dropped shells, then slid over to Samantha. “Here!” He yelled, pushing them into her hand as he fired five rounds into a zombie’s head, it splitting open after the fifth round!

Khristian wrote:Khristian heard Sam’s cry of low ammo, spotting the shells Lieutenant Handy dropped. He drew the 92FS, and crouched down to grab the dropped shells, then slid over to Samantha. “Here!” He yelled, pushing them into her hand as he fired five rounds into a zombie’s head, it splitting open after the fifth round!

Sam watched the zombie fall, and she turned to Khristian with a look of surprise and elation. She gripped the shells tightly and pecked him on the corner of his mouth. "Thanks love," she said quickly as she loaded the Benelli. "Take our spare shells, bring them to Alison and the others, and stay out of the cross fire!" She gasped, loading the shotgun to its max capacity after loading one into the chamber. She aimed the weapon again, without a shoulder stock it was slightly harder to handle the recoil, but she managed, firing a shell into an approaching crowd.

Kiko knew her place, and this wasn't one of them! She took hold of Giana's arm and tugged her along, keeping the blond bar keep's head down as bullets whizzed over their heads! "Hurry, inside, we dont belong out here!" She explained, realizing now that this was similar to that other time in Nevada...

Her thoughts were cut off by a zombie shambling towards Giana, and without hesitation, the Asian woman raised her borrowed Glock and pulled the trigger. The bullet entered the creature's eye, the police issue munition was strong enough to penetrate the mutant's skull and cause it to fall back, hitting the asphalt behind the gate. She didn't stop moving, tugging Giana along till they were both inside!

[to the Main Hall with Giana and me!]

“Right!” He replied, crouching and making a dash to the front gate. “Hey, need more shells?” He asked, poking at Alison

Alison was pumping the 870, and upon cycling the next shell found there was no additional shell to cycle! "Shit, out!" She exclaimed, reaching into her pocket, pulling out a couple shells...

Khristian wrote:“Hey, need more shells?” He asked, poking at Alison

Ali jumped, her eyes wide and the shells in her palm jumping with her as a chill ran up her spine! She'd been ninja'd again! The shells tumbled in her palm, almost losing them for a moment, before she turned to face Khristian, Sam's boyfriend, and let out a sigh. "Jesus Christ you keep doing that!" She exclaimed, her heart racing, before she looked at the shells he had produced for her. She smiled, and nodded. "But appreciated, thanks!" She says, taking the shells and loading the shotgun to its full 8 shell capacity again. "Crap, there's no end to them, is it like this everywhere?" She asked in passing, firing the weapon at another group of zombies appearing from the east side of Ennerdale now.

The civilians who had heeded the survivors from Jack Street's warnings all entered through the gate and courtyard to the station's doors, while other officers came out to begin fortifications to the street, aided by the officers firing their shotguns. Billy, one of the said police officers helping another fellow officer with a saw horse barricade, suddenly found himself being grabbed by one of the crawling zombies by the ankle! He shook at it, his partner dropping the barricade and running back to the safety of the gates! Billy let out a cry of pain as he felt the teeth sink into his ankle, and he kicked violently at the monster, before he fell onto his back, and scuffled his way back to the gates; his cap sliding off his head and onto the asphalt as he hobbled his way back with fear in his eyes!

More zombies had came forth, as well as civilians arriving in their own vehicles, beginning to fill the street, screaming and making haste for the RPD's gates! Men, women, children, teens, elderly- many rushed for the gates of the station!

However, it wasn't just zombies crawling and shambling among the chaos...

Random Mobs wrote:The civilians who had heeded the survivors from Jack Street's warnings all entered through the gate and courtyard to the station's doors, while other officers came out to begin fortifications to the street, aided by the officers firing their shotguns. Billy, one of the said police officers helping another fellow officer with a saw horse barricade, suddenly found himself being grabbed by one of the crawling zombies by the ankle! He shook at it, his partner dropping the barricade and running back to the safety of the gates! Billy let out a cry of pain as he felt the teeth sink into his ankle, and he kicked violently at the monster, before he fell onto his back, and scuffled his way back to the gates; his cap sliding off his head and onto the asphalt as he hobbled his way back with fear in his eyes!

More zombies had came forth, as well as civilians arriving in their own vehicles, beginning to fill the street, screaming and making haste for the RPD's gates! Men, women, children, teens, elderly- many rushed for the gates of the station!

However, it wasn't just zombies crawling and shambling among the chaos...

Ben still not fully believing what was happening sprung to action upon hearing the captains orders he saw Billy a fellow officer who had just been bitten on the ankle Ben drew his handgun and quickly dispatched the four closest zombies with head shots one after the other he then assisted Billy through the gate “Hey! Someone get him inside and treat that wound” Ben then headed out of the front gates with everyone else taking out more zombies as he pushed forward. Ben looked on as more civilians arrived screaming and panicking “come on people head to the station, GO GO GO!” Ben turned back to the approaching zombies only to see that a dog was now in the mix “Oh Fuck we got a dog people” Ben pulled out his shotgun and began unleashing shells upon the approaching dog missing the first few shots but as the dog lunged one last round to its caused it to dropped like a lead balloon, “Dogs down” Ben called out as Ben turned back another from out of nowhere pounced “OH FUCK!” Ben aimed his Shotgun but it was empty the dog knocked him to the ground the shotgun being the only thing saving his throat from being torn out. “arghh motherfucker” Ben was wrestling with the dog no way to take it out....

Ben Winters wrote:

Random Mobs wrote:The civilians who had heeded the survivors from Jack Street's warnings all entered through the gate and courtyard to the station's doors, while other officers came out to begin fortifications to the street, aided by the officers firing their shotguns. Billy, one of the said police officers helping another fellow officer with a saw horse barricade, suddenly found himself being grabbed by one of the crawling zombies by the ankle! He shook at it, his partner dropping the barricade and running back to the safety of the gates! Billy let out a cry of pain as he felt the teeth sink into his ankle, and he kicked violently at the monster, before he fell onto his back, and scuffled his way back to the gates; his cap sliding off his head and onto the asphalt as he hobbled his way back with fear in his eyes!

More zombies had came forth, as well as civilians arriving in their own vehicles, beginning to fill the street, screaming and making haste for the RPD's gates! Men, women, children, teens, elderly- many rushed for the gates of the station!

However, it wasn't just zombies crawling and shambling among the chaos...

Ben still not fully believing what was happening sprung to action upon hearing the captains orders he saw Billy a fellow officer who had just been bitten on the ankle Ben drew his handgun and quickly dispatched the four closest zombies with head shots one after the other he then assisted Billy through the gate “Hey! Someone get him inside and treat that wound” Ben then headed out of the front gates with everyone else taking out more zombies as he pushed forward. Ben looked on as more civilians arrived screaming and panicking “come on people head to the station, GO GO GO!” Ben turned back to the approaching zombies only to see that a dog was now in the mix “Oh Fuck we got a dog people” Ben pulled out his shotgun and began unleashing shells upon the approaching dog missing the first few shots but as the dog lunged one last round to its caused it to dropped like a lead balloon, “Dogs down” Ben called out as Ben turned back another from out of nowhere pounced “OH FUCK!” Ben aimed his Shotgun but it was empty the dog knocked him to the ground the shotgun being the only thing saving his throat from being torn out. “arghh motherfucker” Ben was wrestling with the dog no way to take it out....

The vicious dog's teeth dug into the 870, brackish slobber dripping onto Ben's chin, neck and uniform! The putrid smell of the early stages of decay, of spoiled meat mixed with fetid garbage and perhaps a skunk in the mix wafted over his face- the dogs breath was absolutely rancid! Ben tried his best to struggle, his boots scraping across the asphalt, the dobermans' claws digging into his uniform, the weight of the powerful dog on him was intense! The dog was definitely not one of theirs, not from the K9 unit, and it was worse. This thing wanted to rip out Ben's throat! The teeth chomping down on the metal like it was a rubber toy, oblivious it was chipping its canines on the sturdy steel- it looked like everyone was too shocked to turn to aid Ben, even Lieutenant Handy and Captain Cahill, who were beginning to address Ben's peril were slow on the draw...

...but he wasn't.

KA-BANG! Came a booming shot, a forty-five caliber slug drove deep into the canine's skull, it white eyes filling with blood and it limply fell in the direction of the recoil which pulled it off Sgt. Winter's chest!

From the direction of the West, from the direction of the Stadium on the other side of town stood a tall man with slicked back blond hair, cool blue eyes, and horn rimmed glasses. He wore a trench coat over a waistcoat and tie, an umbrella tie clasp pinning the red tie to his white silk shirt. He had black leather full fingered gloves, black slacks and dress shoes, an ornate pistol belt was partially in view around his waist, the kind a Gunslinger would have in a wild west flick and to match... in his right hand was a smoking Single Action Army style handgun...



"Winters!" The man yelled out, approaching the group of officers slowly, his coat flapping behind him as he thumbed back the hammer and fired another .45 ACP bullet at a zombie crawling for Ben's head. He produced another pistol with his left hand, reaching under the long coat across his body, drawing from the ornate belt that was on his right side, obscured by the coat's flap:



Dual revolvers in hand, the man fancifully dispatches many of the zombies as he continues his advance, thumbing back the hammer, firing, twirling the weapon as he changed targets, cocking the weapon while spinning the weapons in his hands:



In a fury of cannon fire, he rapidly dispatched many of the oncoming zombies till he ran empty, tucking the barrel of his right gun under his left armpit, he quickly opened the loading gate of one revolver and systematically, manually ejected each of the six spent casings that now jingled onto the asphalt, bouncing high and twirling with smoke still crawling out of their openings... he loaded it, and did the same to his other weapon... in a staggering speed that was on par with a world record S.A.A. competition shootist, of which, Prison Warden Raymond Taylor was one. He turned his body, coat tails spinning with him, the flaps hitting one of the zombies staggering zombies in the face as it lunged at him from a crouched position, only to be knocked back by the flapping coat. He then was leveling the barrel towards their head, and fired.

Another bought of thunder erupts from the powerful gun, sending the monster back with a large cavity where its face was once; before the .45 slug bored through him.



Smoke crawled from the barrel, and time seemed to return to normal, as the Warden glances between both astonished familiar and new faces alike. He simply smirks, before another dog jumps into view-

KA-BANG!

Ever alert, the zombie dog's head exploded with gore, sending the beast flying backwards. Raymond hardly flinched. "-everyone, into the station- now!" he reasoned, as there were a larger cloud approaching the front gates now! He furrowed his brows and began to provide them with cover!



"Its useless to fight this many of them this under prepared, I suggest ya'll retreat back to the station on the double like!" He clarified, his southern accent spilling out of his lips was hardened, authoritative, and yet concerned, twirling his revolvers in fanciful flourishes as he resumed his routine of thumbing back the hammers and unloading a lead hell on the approaching parade of walking death!

There was a moment when he was aiming the shotgun, Ben's plea for help caught his ear... but then it was cut off by the thunderous display of gunplay from the man in the trench coat.



Handy stared, shotgun lowered, in awe of the familiar face's arrival. "Warden Taylor..." He says under his breath. He suddenly snapped back to reality upon the third dog's arrival, and he turns to Cahill, who was ushering civilians and officers alike into the gates, and then back to Raymond then Ben on the ground yet. He held the pump of the shotgun and ran over to pull Ben back onto his feet, shotgun held by the pump in his free hand.

"Everyone inside, hurry!" Cahill barked, agreeing with the Warden.

"Jesus, talk about good timing." He says to Ben as he helped his fellow officer up, pulling him towards the gate as well, hands around the shotgun again lowered and at the hip as he strafed behind the gunslinging Warden, who was providing them with backup. He didn't like it, but he was right, they needed to retreat to the safety of the RPD's walls for now, where it would be easier to pick off the zombies. "Everyone, into the station!" He echoed, slowly backing his way into the entrance courtyard, aiming his shotgun from the hip out the gate... but didn't fire, as Raymond was providing them with decent enough cover fire. He didn't know where he came from, and only heard the rumors that Raymond was quite the marksman, but... seeing it first hand, was rather amazing! He found himself in awe of the man's gun play, he had to turn his head to keep his focus on the civs entering the front yard of the station. "Move move move!" He repeated, waving them into the station again.

Samantha was a bit awestruck herself in the arrival of Warden Taylor, a man who visited the station often to speak with the Chief on private matters. To see him dispatch so many of the walking, infected people in a row... it was a little impressive as it was terrifying! She shook her head, and upon hearing the Captain agree with Raymond's suggestion of retreat, she began to back herself from Ennerdale street to the courtyard, firing her shotgun at a few other zombies while Raymond provided the covering fire. She was glad he came though, looking over to Ben's astonished and pale face... she was almost certain her coworker and friend was going to be kibbles and bits! She blocked the sight of the dog from her mind, and pushed through the gate, drawing her personal issue weapon and fired the Browning 9mm at another zombie with one hand. "Everyone, hurry inside!" Screamed the Sergeant.

As Ben continued to wrestle with the dog he thought about trying to twist the shotgun in order to snap the dogs neck but he wasn't able to.

Raymond Taylor wrote:
KA-BANG!

Came a booming shot, a forty-five caliber slug drove deep into the canine's skull, it white eyes filling with blood and it limply fell in the direction of the recoil which pulled it off Sgt. Winter's chest!

From the direction of the West, from the direction of the Stadium on the other side of town stood a tall man with slicked back blond hair, cool blue eyes, and horn rimmed glasses. He wore a trench coat over a waistcoat and tie, an umbrella tie clasp pinning the red tie to his white silk shirt. He had black leather full fingered gloves, black slacks and dress shoes, an ornate pistol belt was partially in view around his waist, the kind a Gunslinger would have in a wild west flick and to match... in his right hand was a smoking Single Action Army style handgun...

Ben's eyes widened as a bullet penetrated the Dogs skull causing it to recoil off of his chest he let out a sigh of relief

Raymond Taylor wrote:
"Winters!" The man yelled out, approaching the group of officers slowly, his coat flapping behind him as he thumbed back the hammer and fired another .45 ACP bullet at a zombie crawling for Ben's head.

Ben looked in the direction from which his name was called only to see someone he didn't expect to see.... "Warden Taylor" Ben said with a hint of relief and slight confusion another bullet shot past Ben's head and into a zombie that was about to chow down on his head "Holy shit that was a close one"

Damian Handy wrote:
Handy stared, shotgun lowered, in awe of the familiar face's arrival. "Warden Taylor..." He says under his breath. He suddenly snapped back to reality upon the third dog's arrival, and he turns to Cahill, who was ushering civilians and officers alike into the gates, and then back to Raymond then Ben on the ground yet. He held the pump of the shotgun and ran over to pull Ben back onto his feet, shotgun held by the pump in his free hand.

"Everyone inside, hurry!" Cahill barked, agreeing with the Warden.

"Jesus, talk about good timing." He says to Ben as he helped his fellow officer up, pulling him towards the gate as well, hands around the shotgun again lowered and at the hip as he strafed behind the gunslinging Warden, who was providing them with backup. He didn't like it, but he was right, they needed to retreat to the safety of the RPD's walls for now, where it would be easier to pick off the zombies. "Everyone, into the station!" He echoed, slowly backing his way into the entrance courtyard, aiming his shotgun from the hip out the gate... but didn't fire, as Raymond was providing them with decent enough cover fire. He didn't know where he came from, and only heard the rumors that Raymond was quite the marksman, but... seeing it first hand, was rather amazing! He found himself in awe of the man's gun play, he had to turn his head to keep his focus on the civs entering the front yard of the station. "Move move move!" He repeated, waving them into the station again.

Ben looked on in surprise along with Damian at Raymond's insane shooting skills Ben looked to Damian "Good timing indeed, i thought i was done for" Ben then assisted Damian and Cahill by helping people into the station "This way people don't stop till your inside the station" Ben looked over to Sgt Kamura who had just shot another zombie in the head he gave her a thumbs up to signify he was all good"

Huh, since when did we end up from a zombie flick to a Spaghetti Western? Khristian thought to himself, seeing the man with SAA revolvers unload into the horde. Hmm, Zombie Spaghetti Western..... need to remember that after we get out of the city. He made a dash for the door with the rest, after Handy’s shout.

The arrival of the Warden was a breath of fresh air, and upon hearing the captain call for a retreat, the woman pumped her last shell at one of the creatures and backed her way into the courtyard with the others. She loaded her weapon while standing inside the entryway, acting as sentinel while Damian, Ben and Cahill waved others in. She was surprised by the Warden's skill, but wasn't gonna question it, at this rate they needed any available gun they could.

Damian and Cahill waved the rest of the civilians into the courtyard, while Andre unloaded the MP5 into a group of shambling zombies before falling back as well. "I think its time to close the gates," Cahill said to the Lieutenant and Damian took the opposite gate and together both men simultaneously pushed both bar doors forwards. It felt sick, having to close the gates when more people were out there, needing help... but they had no other choice if they wanted to help those already here. Just before the doors closed fully, the local news network van pulled up. "Get your asses inside!" Cahill screamed, "go around to the back!" cried another officer behind them, and it was Lt. Marvin, with his Hi-Power in hand! Damian was glad to see the senior Lieutenant, and when he glanced back the Van was peeling out. Raymond was still chewing through the zombies with his revolvers, and Damian called out to him: "Warden, hurry!"

Cahill and Damian continue to push the gates closed, the riotous crowd was growing larger outside, and it'll be moments before they'd reach the station!