Thread: 6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

He had his misgivings about explosives. Nothing seemed to draw the bloody walkers like loud sounds. Gun fire alone drew them like sharks to blood. Who knew how far away they would come when grenades were being set off? God damn it. he cursed while heading back to his vehicle as he heard two more grenades going off. Whomever they had rescued either had a fetish for explosives or was sufficiently scared of the number of walkers around them that were attempting to surround them that they were throwing everything and the kitchen sink at the mindless horde of undead. Subtle this was not. But he did watch walkers explode into tiny pieces and admittedly there was something rather gratifying about seeing that. Pity we couldnt call in an air strike on these buggers. They just mill around all close together. Perfect targets really. He stated toe his compatriots. They nodded although it was left unsaid that they doubted theyd ever see a functional plane again let alone a fighter jet or a bomber. Hell it would be hard enough finding someone who knew how to fly one let alone finding one and getting it to work. But when was their situation with supplies or anything else perfect these days? Hell they had lasted this long and that was almost miraculousafter all they came across fewer and fewer people out there. Six years of monsters trying to eat you at every turn had a way of wearing down the number of humans left as the lucky were being reaped leaving only the careful and the rather dogged survivors. Theyd waited by the SUV and then saw the RV start to rev to life and start up the hill. It took the walkers a while to realize that a change in direction was needed. As enemies went walkers really werent great with half-time adjustments to strategy. But eventually they seemed to realize that the RV they were attempting to surround was moving away from them and absent its presence they wouldnt have any tasty humans to eat. Hence in their almost drunken stagger they began to shuffle after the RV in question. He and his men were laying in wait with rifles up. After all there were likely to be a hell of a lot of the things coming up the hill after the RV at this point they simply needed stopping. He seemed surprised when the RV rather than simply driving on came to a stop. And his level of surprise seemed to elevate when the grenade chucker proved to be a female. He rather immediately yelled What the hell are you doing? Keep going back a ways, well stop the damn things here. He stated as he hadnt a clue what was in the box she was pulling forth. The answering cry that she was setting mines simply caused him to look at the other two as he remarked Shit, get in the car. And then as they all hastened into it, they didnt even turn around. They simply sped back up the road in reverse as quickly as they could. He kept muttering Back, back, back, back. Although he didnt think his driver neednt the instructions. The ground shook when the mines went off. At which point they stopped. There was a heavy cloud of smoke that had emerged from the explosions. Wed better see that this crazy bitch hasnt blown herself to kingdom come. With that the SUV was put into drive and advanced back in the direction they had just fled. But they moved forwards slowly until they saw the form of the RV. Then the captain got out of the vehicle and started trudging towards it. Like faithful hounds the other two soldiers trailed a few steps behind him. As he peered through the smoke and asked rather loudly Anyone still left alive? After all he didnt know how many people had been in the RV.