Bar Jack

Sylvia Gray wrote:

Giana Laurent wrote:Sylvia panted heavily, her chest heaving as the smoke crawls from the barrel of the shotgun. She saved the red head's life, but could see the shotgun drew the attention of the others! "Hurry! Over here!" She screamed to the woman, raising the recoil intense weapon up again, pumping the weapon and ejecting a red shell which flew off somewhere to the side; the scent of gunpowder was acrid and musty, an unpleasant scent much like these people! They smelled like rotting garbage... just like it had out back... She turned her aim towards a pair of the approaching cannibals, and fired again. She was beyond asking them to stop, as they seemed not to care about the three humans that were laying on the floor dead from their actions; which was a warning in it self. "Stay back!" She did manage to shout, almost out of instinct regardless of her adrenaline, pulling the trigger as another powerful BOOM pounded her ears! She pumped the weapon again and fired at another pair, before pumping the weapon again!  

Sylvia stood there, wide eyed and in shock from her action. She had just taken a life, but for some reason... she felt... okay about it. She was still in the shock of it all when she felt blood splash her face, waking her up! "Ahh!" She cried, her wide eyes turning to a person whose head had been blown away by the barkeep's shotgun. She turned to face the blond woman, who motioned her over. She blinked once, turning her head to the others advancing into the bar and figured her options were less dicey if she went with the blond. She stumbled around the corner of the bar, turning her handgun at the rabid people. The scent of them was terrible... and she felt her stomach knot up when she realized she didn't have additional ammo! "Ah crap, I'm only down to one bullet!" She screamed, turning to the waitress. "Does this bar have any other weapons?!" She pleaded for answers, watching the woman struggle with the shotgun somewhat.

She looked over to the woman and panted, pumping her gun again she took aim and fired, only to hear a dull click! "Aw crap!" She exclaimed, checking the gun. "The shotgun's out! There should be a gun in the office safe, box of bullets too! I saw John take the gun, so there may be some bullets in there! I'm not sure if they work with yours, but look out for shotgun shells too!" She screamed, looking around under the bar. She fired four times or so, unaware she had pumped an unused shell when she first picked up the weapon, she found the said shell when on her hands and knees, and for a moment was unsure where the shell went, till she fumbled with the underside of the gun!

Random Mobs wrote:The monsterous undead shambled and shuffled towards the pair of women, but some were distracted at the distant popping sounds from across the street, where Damian, Ben and Donna were battling their half of the hoard of undead that shambled about Jack Street

However, the distraction was momentary, as Giana's second shot shredded the creature she aimed at, it's torso a gory mess that was sent flying out the window by the force of the slug shot. The shambling monster stood up outside however and tried to crawl back in through the broken window.

The rest of the undead continued to stumble and reach for the women.

Glass shattered and crumbled above her, her wracked nerves on high as she fumbled for more shotgun shells beneath the bar. A small box popped up beside a few tumbler glasses, dusty and old, she hoped old ammo still fired like new, again unfamiliar with firearms aside from how they worked in movies. She spilled the box over the shelf she found it on, grabbing three more shells and slid them into the gun, followed by another, all the while the cannibals above advanced!

Sylvia listened to the blond's response, looking about for a side room when she spotted it. She didn't have much a choice but to check. If the bullets weren't compatible, they were just as fucked; her goal for now was at least bring the blond shotgun shells! "On it!" She spat, pushing back an infected as it got close, taking a bottle from the shelf and smashed it across their face! She backed up, then bursts her way into John's office. She looked around for a safe, but instead found a box of .38 Special on the desk! "Score!" She shouts, rushing over to the box, snapping the barrel of her double barrel pistol down and slid a casing in, before snapping it closed. She saw the cannibal who she pushed and smashed the bottle with, and raised her weapon and fired!

Bang!

The gun recoiled slightly in her wrist, snapping back a little as the former man fell with a hole in their head. She smiled at this. She soon discovered how ineffective her weapon was, as she took another from the box and loaded where the spent cartridge had fired. "Shit..." She looked under the desk, saw the safe and a box of shot shells within! "Okay, I think we have ammo Boobs!" She screamed back, elated, nicknaming the blond with the first thing she could think of that reminded her of the blond. She took the boxes with one hand, her loaded firearm in the other, and she pushes her way back to the bar floor to assist Boobs!

The zombies started to shamble faster the more noise was being made, several began to reach for the women, their eyes turning from milky while to a bloodshot red.

Until one of the former patrons began to convulse, letting out a horrid gurgling scream that sounded like a mixture between a tortured scream, an angry roar, and an undead moaning. The creatures skin reddened and blistered horribly before their eyes, before the thing's head snapped back, and a pair of illuminated white eyes stared right at them. Fingers and toes burst like overripe sausages, revealing sharpened claws.

Sylvia Gray wrote:Sylvia listened to the blond's response, looking about for a side room when she spotted it. She didn't have much a choice but to check. If the bullets weren't compatible, they were just as fucked; her goal for now was at least bring the blond shotgun shells! "On it!" She spat, pushing back an infected as it got close, taking a bottle from the shelf and smashed it across their face! She backed up, then bursts her way into John's office. She looked around for a safe, but instead found a box of .38 Special on the desk! "Score!" She shouts, rushing over to the box, snapping the barrel of her double barrel pistol down and slid a casing in, before snapping it closed. She saw the cannibal who she pushed and smashed the bottle with, and raised her weapon and fired!

Bang!

The gun recoiled slightly in her wrist, snapping back a little as the former man fell with a hole in their head. She smiled at this. She soon discovered how ineffective her weapon was, as she took another from the box and loaded where the spent cartridge had fired. "Shit..." She looked under the desk, saw the safe and a box of shot shells within! "Okay, I think we have ammo Boobs!" She screamed back, elated, nicknaming the blond with the first thing she could think of that reminded her of the blond. She took the boxes with one hand, her loaded firearm in the other, and she pushes her way back to the bar floor to assist Boobs!

She jumped a little when she head the gun shots, but she wasn't able to push any more shells into the underside of the shotgun, so she pumped it- realizing another shell popped out. She was so confused! She grabbed the shell, no time to worry about it, they had to survive! When she heard the woman from the other room call her 'Boobs' she blushed. "My name's Giana!!" she cried out, standing up, leveling the heavy shotgun again towards the former humans:

Random Mobs wrote:The zombies started to shamble faster the more noise was being made, several began to reach for the women, their eyes turning from milky while to a bloodshot red.

Until one of the former patrons began to convulse, letting out a horrid gurgling scream that sounded like a mixture between a tortured scream, an angry roar, and an undead moaning. The creatures skin reddened and blistered horribly before their eyes, before the thing's head snapped back, and a pair of illuminated white eyes stared right at them. Fingers and toes burst like overripe sausages, revealing sharpened claws.

Giana was frozen with horror at the sight! "OH GOD!" She screamed, pulling the trigger, sending buckshot in the direction of the closest... thing! Their skin was peeling off, their eyes becoming red! It was all rather demonic, so it freaked her out terribly! "What the heck?!" She screamed, firing another shell at a different crimson faced being! Her armpit aching with every shot she took, unaware of her improper firing stance as she fired her large gun at the former humans!

Sylvia had to duck to avoid having her head blown off as she reemerged from the office! "Fucking hell Boobs!" She cried, wide eyed. "Aim when you shoot that thing!! Huh?!" She suddenly felt the presence of the faster moving monsters, their eyes bleeding out and flesh becoming claws! "OH FUCK!" She raised her pistol, firing a .38 into the closest thing's skull! She didn't care if they were human once, they looked like fucking demons now! She backed up to the door leading into the back alley, and turned her head to the cooking station. "Hurry Boobs! We can't stay in here!" She cried, tucking her gun into her belt, grabbing the pot of steaming hot food from the stove- her gloves protecting her palms somewhat as she turns it to the creatures.

"Sorry about you're cooking!" Sylvie added, tossing the hot pot in the direction of the demons, splashing them with boiling gravy and other food swimming in the pot. She pulled a chefs knife from the counter and straight up PLUNGED it into the shoulder of one of the closer creatures, pushing both blade, and the former human, back into the gathering crowd! She backed up, raising her pistol again and fired at another creature!

"C'mon Boobs! Actually aim, and put that gun against your shoulder, not your pits!!" She screamed at the bar tenderess, snapping down the barrels of her pistol turning the gun so the empty casings fell out, before loading two more .38s from the box she placed behind the exposed strap of her thong!



She then turned the weapon back to the crowd. "C'mon!! BOOBS!" She turned her gun on the creatures one handed, ready to fire again!

Sylvia Gray wrote:Sylvia had to duck to avoid having her head blown off as she reemerged from the office! "Fucking hell Boobs!" She cried, wide eyed. "Aim when you shoot that thing!! Huh?!" She suddenly felt the presence of the faster moving monsters, their eyes bleeding out and flesh becoming claws! "OH FUCK!" She raised her pistol, firing a .38 into the closest thing's skull! She didn't care if they were human once, they looked like fucking demons now! She backed up to the door leading into the back alley, and turned her head to the cooking station. "Hurry Boobs! We can't stay in here!" She cried, tucking her gun into her belt, grabbing the pot of steaming hot food from the stove- her gloves protecting her palms somewhat as she turns it to the creatures.

"Sorry about you're cooking!" Sylvie added, tossing the hot pot in the direction of the demons, splashing them with boiling gravy and other food swimming in the pot. She pulled a chefs knife from the counter and straight up PLUNGED it into the shoulder of one of the closer creatures, pushing both blade, and the former human, back into the gathering crowd! She backed up, raising her pistol again and fired at another creature!

"C'mon Boobs! Actually aim, and put that gun against your shoulder, not your pits!!" She screamed at the bar tenderess, snapping down the barrels of her pistol turning the gun so the empty casings fell out, before loading two more .38s from the box she placed behind the exposed strap of her thong!



She then turned the weapon back to the crowd. "C'mon!! BOOBS!" She turned her gun on the creatures one handed, ready to fire again!

Giana closed her eyes. "S-sorry!" She cried, turning her weapon back to the creatures, firing another shell, and in the chaos wasn't aware just how many she fired already... "Its my first time using one of these, I've only got movies to work with!" She explained pumping the weapon again. "And my name's Gia-" she paused, wide eyed watching as Sylvia had thrown the pot of stewing vegetable soup over the creatures, shoot them, and stab them, trying to get her attention towards the back exit! "Oh, r-right!" Giana replied, running over to the door, slipping behind the red head and opened it. "We're good, hurry! There's a path in the alley back here!" She explained, pulling Sylvia's arm lightly.

The Crimson head roared out from the back of the crowd, and started sprinting towards the women, it's right hand cocked back for a lunging claw strike. Sylvia's attack with the gravy did nothing to slow the crowd, as they seemed immune to pain, although the boiling liquids in the pot certainly burned them if the blistering of their skin was anything to go by. The stab with the kitchen knife, despite it's size, fared little better.



However, when Sylfia started plugging the creatures in the head, that's when the dropped.

The crimson head was now scrambling over the shuffling masses shoulders to get at it's chosen targets, running on it's compartiots heads and shoulders to get at the women as they made for the rear door.

She heard the woman's concern, but saw her guitar bag not too far behind the crowd. "One moment!" She replied, taking the steaming frying pan now char boiling slabs of turkey meat, swinging them into the crowd with the heated pan, smacking them back as she made her way for the guitar bag! "One more moment!" She screamed, slamming the heavy pan against the creature's skulls, when the crimson faced bastard came into view! She raised her handgun at the sprinter, and pulled the trigger! "Fuck you!" She spat, slamming her now useless frying pan against another infected's skull, dropping to her knees, among the infected, grabbing hold of her bag strap before pulling the bag containing her axe- of the musical variety.

"Boobs! Back me up!" She screamed, the bag would be useful for carrying supplies after all, and the guitar would be a decent improvised weapon with its sharp edges, even if the base came off she still had a club to swing!

Giana was in awe, that the red head would just-- dive into the crowd like she had! When she heard her call for her backup, she leveled the weapon, making sure to press the butt against her shoulder this time. "MY NAME'S NOT BOOBS!" She screamed, firing a shell into the crowd, the weapon was level to many of the creature's shoulders. Crimson spray erupted from many of the creatures, as the multiple pellets expelled brain matter and other such gore from multiple, closely clumped together creatures! She watched them teeter and fall, and for the first time since she started using the shotgun, felt her stomach churn! "Oh... I don't feel..." she groaned, feeling green at the sights and smell... oh the smell!!

She held back the bile in her throat, knowing she couldn't... couldn't blow chunks now! She had to keep an eye out for Red! "Red! Hurry!" She gasped, gagging on choked back bile.

Several of the creatures dropped to Giana's shotgun blast, as the spread of buckshot collected many of them in the face, sending the now very dead monsters to the grave. The sudden domino effect sent the crimson head tumbling to the floor, already the creature's wounded head oozed black blood from the would Sylvia's pistol had just caused. Unlike the others, though, the Crimson Head's brain Stem continued to function, as it let out a gargled roar, and writhed on the ground, rocking from side to side, before flipping itself over onto it's hands and knees.

The other monsters were still pressing forward, their blank yet hungry stares intensifying as they stumbled for Sylvia and Gianna

Sylvia felt blood splash around her, down her back, and she paused only momentarily to look back at the bar tenderess! She smiled. "Fucking brutal, Boobs! That was awesome!" She laughed, a little unhinged as she pulls her bag to her, pushing the corpses off her body as she stood. The entrance was still open, and the crimson fucker was back up on its feet like it came out of a damn vampire movie! "Shit!" She raised her firearm, before realizing the reach, she instead switched it up, swinging her bag- guitar and all, against the side of the sprinting creature's head with a heavy smack!

She shoulders the bag soon after, backing up over the bodies, careful not to trip over them, before grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and uncapped the screw top. She brought the open neck to her lips, taking a deep swig of the hard stuff before brushing past Giana. "C'mon Boobz, we gotta hit the alley!" She says, looping her arm around the blond, tugging her with her as they pushed further into the alley!

Giana watched as the red head bashed the creature's head with the guitar bag, after laughing near hysterically. She took one of the bottles of Irish Whiskey from the wall on her way past Giana, to which the blond turned her head to face the rocker, before back at the bar. She could see the crimson faced creature was only stunned, already climbing over the bar to get at them! "Oh crap!" She cried, backing up, closing the door quickly as both women entered the narrow alley in the back of Bar Jack!



She turned wildly back to the Red head, shotgun in hand, the need to puke still present. "W-what the heck is going on here?!" She screamed, half gurgling to hold back her bile, covering her mouth with her forearm, running out to where the shipments were dropped by the dumpsters, one for the hospital, another for their competitor, Jack's. She could kinda see why they were abandoned so readily...

She gets close to one of the dumpsters and begins to hurl, the sound of gunfire louder in the open air!

Giana Laurent wrote:Giana watched as the red head bashed the creature's head with the guitar bag, after laughing near hysterically. She took one of the bottles of Irish Whiskey from the wall on her way past Giana, to which the blond turned her head to face the rocker, before back at the bar. She could see the crimson faced creature was only stunned, already climbing over the bar to get at them! "Oh crap!" She cried, backing up, closing the door quickly as both women entered the narrow alley in the back of Bar Jack!



She turned wildly back to the Red head, shotgun in hand, the need to puke still present. "W-what the heck is going on here?!" She screamed, half gurgling to hold back her bile, covering her mouth with her forearm, running out to where the shipments were dropped by the dumpsters, one for the hospital, another for their competitor, Jack's. She could kinda see why they were abandoned so readily...

She gets close to one of the dumpsters and begins to hurl, the sound of gunfire louder in the open air!

Sylvia raised a brow at Giana's sudden illness, and was curious as to how she did not feel the same as the bustier blond... She watched Giana head further down the alley, to a larger alcove with dumpsters and a few crates, one marked with medical supplies. "That be the million dollar question, wouldn't it?" She replied with a question, her head snapping back to the heavy wooden door which rattled but kept the creature's at bay. She shouldered the bag, snapping the barrel of her gun one handed, thumbing the casing she didn't fire before tilting the weapon, letting the empty clatter to the concrete. She pinned the weapon between her elbow and hip, thumbing out a .38 round from the box strapped under her hip. She slides it in, and snaps the barrel up, locking barrel and frame with rather familiar precision. "Let it out Boobs... if its this bad, I'm sure its much worse out here..." she says, tucking the barrel of her gun behind her belt, patting the bigger woman's shoulder as she hurled against the corner of a foul smelling dumpster. Sylvia's green eyes scanned the stairwell leading into a walking path on a level higher than them. "So, whats our next move Boobs? Hospital? The Police Station? I'm not sure if the police are equipped to handle this situation... I mean, what can they do?" She asked, her tone serious.

Sylvia Gray wrote:

Giana Laurent wrote:Giana watched as the red head bashed the creature's head with the guitar bag, after laughing near hysterically. She took one of the bottles of Irish Whiskey from the wall on her way past Giana, to which the blond turned her head to face the rocker, before back at the bar. She could see the crimson faced creature was only stunned, already climbing over the bar to get at them! "Oh crap!" She cried, backing up, closing the door quickly as both women entered the narrow alley in the back of Bar Jack!



She turned wildly back to the Red head, shotgun in hand, the need to puke still present. "W-what the heck is going on here?!" She screamed, half gurgling to hold back her bile, covering her mouth with her forearm, running out to where the shipments were dropped by the dumpsters, one for the hospital, another for their competitor, Jack's. She could kinda see why they were abandoned so readily...

She gets close to one of the dumpsters and begins to hurl, the sound of gunfire louder in the open air!

Sylvia raised a brow at Giana's sudden illness, and was curious as to how she did not feel the same as the bustier blond... She watched Giana head further down the alley, to a larger alcove with dumpsters and a few crates, one marked with medical supplies. "That be the million dollar question, wouldn't it?" She replied with a question, her head snapping back to the heavy wooden door which rattled but kept the creature's at bay. She shouldered the bag, snapping the barrel of her gun one handed, thumbing the casing she didn't fire before tilting the weapon, letting the empty clatter to the concrete. She pinned the weapon between her elbow and hip, thumbing out a .38 round from the box strapped under her hip. She slides it in, and snaps the barrel up, locking barrel and frame with rather familiar precision. "Let it out Boobs... if its this bad, I'm sure its much worse out here..." she says, tucking the barrel of her gun behind her belt, patting the bigger woman's shoulder as she hurled against the corner of a foul smelling dumpster. Sylvia's green eyes scanned the stairwell leading into a walking path on a level higher than them. "So, whats our next move Boobs? Hospital? The Police Station? I'm not sure if the police are equipped to handle this situation... I mean, what can they do?" She asked, her tone serious.

Giana gasped, feeling the hand upon her shoulder she glanced over at the woman, still holding the bottle of whiskey, and wiped her mouth. "My name's... Giana..." She says wearily. She couldn't understand how... the red head went to a moment of shock... to suddenly taking charge of the situation! Her friends died back there! They both lost people... now she was making some sort of nonsense about the police being ineffective? What made this college kid the expert all of a sudden?!

She kept her cool, and slowly stood up again, shotgun in hand. "I'm sure... they're having just as much trouble as us." she says evenly, through strained emotions and passing sickness, taking the bottle from the red head and took a swig of it for herself, wincing from the burning fluid running down her throat. "Pah..." She gasped, blinking her long lashes. "Not all of them are incapable. Look at us, I've never killed someone till those... people broke through!" Giana spat, checking the bottle's level before taking another swig.

Giana Laurent wrote:

Giana gasped, feeling the hand upon her shoulder she glanced over at the woman, still holding the bottle of whiskey, and wiped her mouth. "My name's... Giana..." She says wearily. She couldn't understand how... the red head went to a moment of shock... to suddenly taking charge of the situation! Her friends died back there! They both lost people... now she was making some sort of nonsense about the police being ineffective? What made this college kid the expert all of a sudden?!

Sylvia raised a brow. "Oh, yeah. Well Boobs is easier. Giana takes a bit longer. I'd call ya G, but ain't no gangsta." She winked, playfully patting the blond's shoulder.

Giana Laurent wrote:
She kept her cool, and slowly stood up again, shotgun in hand. "I'm sure... they're having just as much trouble as us." she says evenly, through strained emotions and passing sickness, taking the bottle from the red head and took a swig of it for herself, wincing from the burning fluid running down her throat. "Pah..." She gasped, blinking her long lashes. "Not all of them are incapable. Look at us, I've never killed someone till those... people broke through!" Giana spat, checking the bottle's level before taking another swig.

She retracted her hand as the woman pull the bottle from her for herself, and shrugged. "Yeah, my point. They've got the guns though..." she pauses at this, as gun shots echoed behind them, towards the direction of the bar's front entrance. "Well, seems like others are trying to survive out there too..." she says, before turning to Giana. "Oh, Boobs, got ya some shells." she says, pulling them from her panties and belt. "Might want to reload and such. There's gonna be more fighting after all." She says, before taking the bottle back, taking another swig for herself. She knew though... they should perhaps cut back on the alcohol as both guns and alcohol rarely combined well... but it gave her a bit of a thought. The smaller caliber gun shots continued to echo above, as whoever was fighting was putting up a good fight. Shame... well thats on them, we have no obligation to them. We gotta survive, and larger groups? Heh, rarely work out in the movies. She thought. She then cleared her throat. "Oh, and those 'people'? They remind you of something? I mean... they're rotting, like literally ROTTING and eating people like they're an open buffet at Golden Corral." She asked, looking for something that could easily burn, like a rag or something.

Sylvia Gray wrote:
Sylvia raised a brow. "Oh, yeah. Well Boobs is easier. Giana takes a bit longer. I'd call ya G, but ain't no gangsta." She winked, playfully patting the blond's shoulder.

Giana blinked at this, looking defeated. "I don't get you... Red." she says, not knowing the womans name very well since she and her band were only recently hired.

Sylvia Gray wrote:
She retracted her hand as the woman pull the bottle from her for herself, and shrugged. "Yeah, my point. They've got the guns though..." she pauses at this, as gun shots echoed behind them, towards the direction of the bar's front entrance. "Well, seems like others are trying to survive out there too..." she says, before turning to Giana. "Oh, Boobs, got ya some shells." she says, pulling them from her panties and belt. "Might want to reload and such. There's gonna be more fighting after all." She says, before taking the bottle back, taking another swig for herself. She knew though... they should perhaps cut back on the alcohol as both guns and alcohol rarely combined well... but it gave her a bit of a thought. The smaller caliber gun shots continued to echo above, as whoever was fighting was putting up a good fight. Shame... well thats on them, we have no obligation to them. We gotta survive, and larger groups? Heh, rarely work out in the movies. She thought. She then cleared her throat. "Oh, and those 'people'? They remind you of something? I mean... they're rotting, like literally ROTTING and eating people like they're an open buffet at Golden Corral." She asked, looking for something that could easily burn, like a rag or something.

She rolled her eyes at the boobs comment, trading the bottle for the shells. "Yeah, and people who actually know how to shoot them." She says, sliding shells into the underside of the gun again. "I keep ejecting bullets without using them. I'm not very good with this thing, I've only got the power of movies backing me up." She chuckled half wearily. As she pressed her about the condition of the rabid cannibals, she frowned. "Y...yeah, but... thats just make believe!" She frowned.

Giana Laurent wrote:
Giana blinked at this, looking defeated. "I don't get you... Red." she says, not knowing the womans name very well since she and her band were only recently hired.

She shrugged. "Not many do. But call me Red, or Sylvia. Sylvie. Whichever you like Boobs." She winked.

Giana Laurent wrote:
She rolled her eyes at the boobs comment, trading the bottle for the shells. "Yeah, and people who actually know how to shoot them." She says, sliding shells into the underside of the gun again. "I keep ejecting bullets without using them. I'm not very good with this thing, I've only got the power of movies backing me up." She chuckled half wearily. As she pressed her about the condition of the rabid cannibals, she frowned. "Y...yeah, but... thats just make believe!" She frowned.

"Heh, most of the cops in this city only know how to shoot the gun between their legs, and not too accurately if rumors are to be believed." She says, more jokingly. She chuckled at her comment about the zombies. "Yeah, make believe, no doubt like the movies you watched that helped you with that shotgun, right?" She says with a cocked brow, smiling. "Look, you know the cops well enough, you spoke of a couple in the bar before shit hit the fan, right? Perhaps they're not so bad, but a handful compared to the full station?" She asked, before adding: "How about we look at this differently- what do most people you think, will do in our shoes? They head to the stations of power and aid. What happens? People who are hurt go to said places. People who are hurt? They DRAW more of these things in! I think, if we go to the station, its only to raid the weapons, armor and shit. Then we hit up a convenient store, grab some grub and medical supplies, hell even this crate!" She says patting the nearby crate. "Then we drive the fuck out of this city. See if its as bad as it is outside. We don't know if this thing's global or not." She explained.

Sylvia Gray wrote:

Giana Laurent wrote:
Giana blinked at this, looking defeated. "I don't get you... Red." she says, not knowing the womans name very well since she and her band were only recently hired.

She shrugged. "Not many do. But call me Red, or Sylvia. Sylvie. Whichever you like Boobs." She winked.

Giana chuckled. "Sylvia huh? I prefer Giana. Gina, heck anything but boobs." she says as the bottle was taken from her, loading the shotgun wearily as Sylvia explained.

Sylvia Gray wrote:
"Heh, most of the cops in this city only know how to shoot the gun between their legs, and not too accurately if rumors are to be believed." She says, more jokingly. She chuckled at her comment about the zombies. "Yeah, make believe, no doubt like the movies you watched that helped you with that shotgun, right?" She says with a cocked brow, smiling. "Look, you know the cops well enough, you spoke of a couple in the bar before shit hit the fan, right? Perhaps they're not so bad, but a handful compared to the full station?" She asked, before adding: "How about we look at this differently- what do most people you think, will do in our shoes? They head to the stations of power and aid. What happens? People who are hurt go to said places. People who are hurt? They DRAW more of these things in! I think, if we go to the station, its only to raid the weapons, armor and shit. Then we hit up a convenient store, grab some grub and medical supplies, hell even this crate!" She says patting the nearby crate. "Then we drive the fuck out of this city. See if its as bad as it is outside. We don't know if this thing's global or not." She explained.

She raised a brow. "Well, the police are better suited to this... thing than either of us. Yeah, the young Lieutenant and Sargent Winters, they live across the street. Its probably them," She pointed out the continued gunfire echoing in the air. There were also screams and distant sirens too...  "Well, we'd be better off at the Station than some random apartment! At least the station's got a castle like defense!" She defended the officers. "You mean, just... leave? While others out there are in similar or worse circumstances than us?" She asked with a frown, rather appalled by what Sylvia suggested!

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