Room 208

The sound of gunfire made her jump, possibly the worse sound as it would attract more undead. "Listen!" she hissed "We have to leave, NOW! That gunfire will draw every zombie that can hear it!" She knew they had little chance of escape.

"We can't fight them off with these weapons!" Then a flash of brilliance hit her. Fight them off, no, but draw them off.... maybe.


"Listen we can't fight them off, but if whoever is shooting stops shooting, and we steal an ambulance, drive slowly away with the sirens on, we might be able to draw them away!" she nodded excitedly "At least give the survivors here a chance to barricade themselves in!"

The sound of gunfire made the Irishman tense. "Shite... they're feckin' here already..?" He pulls the revolver from his vest pocket and instead tucks it behind his belt for an easier draw; he'll need it if came to numbers. "Right," Rafe nodded in agreement. "With a big enough distraction, we may able to save these-" he pauses, when he noticed a shadow in the hall. "Oi, wait! There's somebody in the corridor!" He exclaims, running into the hall.

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Donna Marie Marchant wrote:The sound of gunfire made her jump, possibly the worse sound as it would attract more undead. "Listen!" she hissed "We have to leave, NOW! That gunfire will draw every zombie that can hear it!" She knew they had little chance of escape.

"We can't fight them off with these weapons!" Then a flash of brilliance hit her. Fight them off, no, but draw them off.... maybe.


"Listen we can't fight them off, but if whoever is shooting stops shooting, and we steal an ambulance, drive slowly away with the sirens on, we might be able to draw them away!" she nodded excitedly "At least give the survivors here a chance to barricade themselves in!"

She nodded, but frowned. "That may be true, but then wouldn't we be surrounded ourselves?" She asked, feeling worried about it. Granted the bus had a heavy duty engine, it would surely let them escape... and the heavy doors could act as efficient armor...

Rafe McCormac wrote:The sound of gunfire made the Irishman tense. "Shite... they're feckin' here already..?" He pulls the revolver from his vest pocket and instead tucks it behind his belt for an easier draw; he'll need it if came to numbers. "Right," Rafe nodded in agreement. "With a big enough distraction, we may able to save these-" he pauses, when he noticed a shadow in the hall. "Oi, wait! There's somebody in the corridor!" He exclaims, running into the hall.

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She turned to Rafe's alarm, and watched him bolt out the door! "Oh no..." She gulped, turning to Donna. "I guess we'll just have to deal with it when it comes to it." She says, clutching the crutch before heading out after him.

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