It had been nearly an hour since the group had heard from graves the Blood Pack was making there way on foot searching from building to building. As Krash and Tank were still driving around. The two groups had remained in radio contact and still not a word from Graves.
“I don’t like this.” Krash said to Tank, and you could see the concern on her face.
“I don’t either kiddo this isn’t like him. Radio to the Blood Pack see if they have seen any sign of him yet. “
Krash radios into the Blood Pack “ Hey you guys pick up are you their do you read me.”
Bloody Mary’s voice comes through “We Read you loud and clear Krash what’s going on.”
Krash replies back “Its Graves we haven’t seen or heard from him now in over an hour. We were wondering if you have had any contact with him. “
Bloody Mary sighs’s, as she responds back “Unfortunately we have not heard or seen him either Lets meet back at the edge of town where we came in at.”
“Affirmative we will meet you there shortly.” Krash ends the call.
She looks out through the town trying to see if maybe she can catch a glimpse of her missing comrade. Her looks of concern set into a deep frame of worry, as there are no signs of him yet. They continue on waiting to meet back up with the Blood pack, and hopefully Graves.
Bloody Mary and Blood Mace soon realize the severity of the situation. No longer being caught up in their killing spree, so to speak. They clean the blood off there blades and sheath them for now. As if a feeling of something bigger is to come. They arm up Blood Mace checks to make sure his shotgun is fully loaded, as does Mary. The two continue on until they make a grim discovery. The entrance to town seemed have a few more guest than before. Mary grabs a grenade of the back of Blood Mace’s belt and pulls the pin holding the clip firmly in her hand. Blood Mace nods as if to give a signal to Mary to let her rip. She tosses the grenade in Front of a group of twenty or so zombies as they quickly duck behind a building for cover.
“You ready for this love.” Mary smirks to him
“Baby I came here to do what I do best. Lets kick some ass.” He says with a grin
The grenade goes off with a loud thunderous boom taking out several undead corpses, and spraying body parts about. A hail of gunfire pours from the barrels of the two lovers shotguns. A sadistic rage comes over them as the let out there battle cry. If the zombies could show fear even they might think now is a good time to run. The two-take aim hit their marks and severing limbs with a barrage of bullets. If the head of these walking cadavers are not destroyed. Then many of there bodies fall motionless to the ground from being torn and shred apart. They do not charge the the group as they keep there distance waiting for there hungry victims to try and come get a bite. They stand there as if teasing the zombies to come at them. They wait till the last one falls and pull out there blades as the go to town. Making sure that there is no chance for the corpse to become reanimated.
As the dust settles and the moans die the Blood Pack begin to set up a perimeter. Scanning out the area and making sure that no other undead are still lurking about. Now they would wait once the area is secure awaiting the arrival of the rest of their group.
Tank continues to his destination point until he reaches the center of town. The roads quickly become barricaded by the undead and almost as if they came from nowhere zombies began to enclose on them. Tank jerks the wheel and hits the break as not to get overturned or sent flying off cores by the growing number of zombies. Krash readies the 50.cal and begins to unload into the crowd attempting to clear path for them to make a break for it. Tank pulls out his modified shotgun that was mounted in between the seat and unleashes hell. The rain of bullets manages to create a small moment of opportunity, and tank wastes no time in taking full advantage of it. He hits the gas and roars into the crowd. Bodies bouncing off the hood of the vehicle and get crushed by the tires. Those that try to hang on get a shot gun blast to their face or hot lead pumped into there skull at outrageous speeds. They break through UN harmed with only a lighter load of ammo but a good mass of undead redead. He continues onward off in the distance he sees the patrol and the damage that the blood pack have made.
