Water Treatment Facility Passage B

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Saoirse walked into the corridor with a dramatic swing of her hips, cigarette plugged between her lips, and the bolt-action shotgun leaning over her shoulder with her right hand around the grip, finger hanging off the side of the trigger guard. She looked around, but saw no sign of any monsters or zombies. Yet. She walked further down the corridor, noting the high shelf to her right, just out of reach. Some boxes on top, but she didn't care. This place has a lot of junk hanging around... She thought as she turned her head towards her left down an offshoot, noting a dead end with a metal shelf.

Upon it however, was a now comforting sight:



"Sweet, more nine mills!" the redhead smirked, heading down the offshoot to grab the box of rounds. "Looks like we got 30 more nine mill rounds to split between us, Jack!" She called out to the man. "I'll split it up later, but lets have a quick look around just in case!" Sersh added, sliding the box into her hip pouch.

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Jack tagged along, his eyes finding it hard to keep from the woman's swaying hips. He couldn't help himself, occasionally shooting his eyes downward before settling at the center of her back. He blamed the 'ADD' part of his ADHD for that.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from here)

Saoirse walked into the corridor with a dramatic swing of her hips, cigarette plugged between her lips, and the bolt-action shotgun leaning over her shoulder with her right hand around the grip, finger hanging off the side of the trigger guard. She looked around, but saw no sign of any monsters or zombies. Yet. She walked further down the corridor, noting the high shelf to her right, just out of reach. Some boxes on top, but she didn't care. This place has a lot of junk hanging around... She thought as she turned her head towards her left down an offshoot, noting a dead end with a metal shelf.

Upon it however, was a now comforting sight:



"Sweet, more nine mills!" the redhead smirked, heading down the offshoot to grab the box of rounds. "Looks like we got 30 more nine mill rounds to split between us, Jack!" She called out to the man. "I'll split it up later, but lets have a quick look around just in case!" Sersh added, sliding the box into her hip pouch.

"Nice find!" Jack replied, looking up at the boxes overhead. "Yeah, we can split the goods later..." He could see water corroded boxes, building materials and miscellaneous items that weren't very useful for them, at least for now. He glanced over to her, seeing the ember of her cigarette bouncing about in the dim light, the smoke drifting from her lips as she puffed on it. She looked so in tune with the situation at hand, easing herself into exploring these once off limit places, places both of them hardly knew existed... perhaps wished they didn't know existed.

Jack moved along, checking the boxes he could get his hands onto, but only found rusted machine parts and equipment. "Yeah, I got nothin' else over here, you?" He asked, turning to face Sersh.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:[from here]

Jack tagged along, his eyes finding it hard to keep from the woman's swaying hips. He couldn't help himself, occasionally shooting his eyes downward before settling at the center of her back. He blamed the 'ADD' part of his ADHD for that.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from here)

Saoirse walked into the corridor with a dramatic swing of her hips, cigarette plugged between her lips, and the bolt-action shotgun leaning over her shoulder with her right hand around the grip, finger hanging off the side of the trigger guard. She looked around, but saw no sign of any monsters or zombies. Yet. She walked further down the corridor, noting the high shelf to her right, just out of reach. Some boxes on top, but she didn't care. This place has a lot of junk hanging around... She thought as she turned her head towards her left down an offshoot, noting a dead end with a metal shelf.

Upon it however, was a now comforting sight:



"Sweet, more nine mills!" the redhead smirked, heading down the offshoot to grab the box of rounds. "Looks like we got 30 more nine mill rounds to split between us, Jack!" She called out to the man. "I'll split it up later, but lets have a quick look around just in case!" Sersh added, sliding the box into her hip pouch.

"Nice find!" Jack replied, looking up at the boxes overhead. "Yeah, we can split the goods later..." He could see water corroded boxes, building materials and miscellaneous items that weren't very useful for them, at least for now. He glanced over to her, seeing the ember of her cigarette bouncing about in the dim light, the smoke drifting from her lips as she puffed on it. She looked so in tune with the situation at hand, easing herself into exploring these once off limit places, places both of them hardly knew existed... perhaps wished they didn't know existed.  

Jack moved along, checking the boxes he could get his hands onto, but only found rusted machine parts and equipment. "Yeah, I got nothin' else over here, you?" He asked, turning to face Sersh.

Saoirse couldn't find anything further of use, just the same shit as Jack that didn't seem to have any obvious use to them for the moment. "Unless we're gonna build a soggy wooden fort with a shoddy foundation, I can't find anything else of use over here, Jack." She called back, turning to him with the cig hanging off her lips. "Though... is it just me, or is it getting a little more chilly?" the redhead asked, feeling a chill running down her body. She returned to Jack's side and both looked towards the door ahead. Just a faint 'rushing' sound could be heard beyond, like running water. "Onwards, I suppose." Spoke Sersh as she took the lead again. She checked the door, and the handle moved, allowing them entry without the need for her to use her power thighs to kick it in.

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Jack agreed. "Very well, lead the way fearless leader." He chuckled, drawing out his Beretta again and followed close behind her.

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