Thread: 6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

The binoculars were old and cracked, not the best anymore that they had been when advertised ages ago. The day was perfect, both in that it wasn't too hot or too coldunfortunately and there wasn't any rain in sight, which was helpful. Bellydown on a hilltop overlooking a wilted field full of corn and, of course, the walking dead, Isanya O'Malley scowled hard and lowered the binoculars to focus cold, brilliantly blue eyes on the shambling monstrosities. Not even the animals on the planet liked the rotting corpses, though the birds, especially the carrion ones, seemed to like picking the jerky things and eating the flesh. She'd found over her studies that the animals who fought with and even consumed the dead didn't actually turn into them themselves. 'Which is a great thing since I'd hate to see a zombie crow.....that'd be more disgusting than the post-humans wandering around.' Full lips turned up into a sneer as one of the zombies staggered into another and the two began to what amounted to a squabble, jerky fists and gnashing teeth clicking in a nastily silent parody of a brawl. She had a handkerchief tied up around her neck, which she shifted to cover her mouth and nose when the wind shifted, bringing the stench of decaying flesh to her even from such a distance. Luci, the Great Dane who lay beside her, snorted in disgust and earned a quiet chuckle from the prostrate woman, who reached out with a fingerless, gloved hand and absently ruffled her ears. The dog was massive, even for her kind, weighing nearly two hundred pounds of solid muscle, with a head longer than Isanya's forearm and teeth to match whuffed quietly at the gesture, then got up onto platter-sized paws and wandered to the steel-sheet-reinforced RV that served at the red haired womans home. Isanya finally followed her dogs' example and got to her feet when the zombies a good half-mile away didn't seem to begin moving in their direction. The constant jaw movements of those undead things still unnerved the twenty-five year old, but she was more or less used to it. Slinging the submachine gun, she had no idea what model it was and only cared that the damned thing worked in a bind, over one shoulder by the strap she sauntered back to the RV, the binoculars laying against her full chest and the black tank top that ended just over her belly-button. Her skin was white, not because of a lack of sunlight but because she was just that way, and the white-washed jeans that hugged her figure from her legs to her combat booted feet showed off said figure were clean and well kept though it was maybe the third full outfit she actually had now. Tugging on the steel-spiked collar that Luci was wearing, Isanya urged the enormous dog up into the RV and turned to close the door, Luci made a u-turn and scrambled out of the vehicle with a deep, throaty snarl, effectively taking off the arm that had been reaching for Isanya and was getting a biiit too close. Snatching up the axe, freshly sharpened and waiting by the doorway like it was supposed to, Isanya turned in time to catch the full, gut-wrenching stench of the nasty little zombie kid that had somehow managed to sneak up on her. Her axe-swing took it out at the throat, effectively severing the jaw-gnashing head from the staggering, ambling body and the corpse went down, Luci having bounded off a few feet ahead as the things....parents supposedly, arrived around the RV, the dog barking madly and false lunging at the things. Goddammit! Luci! Chugainn! Gaelic, for come back, the dog responded immediately and left off the two shambling corpses and returned to stand at the redheads' side, head down and teeth bared, deep growl reverbrating off the surrounding trees and brush like a drum. Setting the axe down since it would be useless to her unless the zombies got closer, Isanya grabbed the sword that she always carried slung over her back beside the gun, then shut the door of the vehicle once Luci had hopped into the RV. The door was rigged to lock automatically, and the door handle had been sawn off when the plague had raced over the world, leaving only the small hatch up on the top of the large vehicle to be opened fully. Luci's barking had attracted the Walkers from down the hill, the ones in the field, and they were now making their way up towards the RV, which had the scientist cursing silently as she stalked forwards fluidly to decapitate the two adult zombies. They had been in the way of the roll down ladder which led to the roof of the vehicle, and once she'd managed to get them out of the way, the horde was close enough for her to smell their stench no matter which way the wind blew. Climbing the side of the vehicle was easy, and it was a cinch to haul the rope ladder up and out of the way of the grasping, creaking things which had once been human beings. Hanging into the hole in the RV, she reached down as Luci grabbed a belt full of six grenades, fully operational even after six years, then straightened up and slipped her bandana up over her nose and mouth, effectively hiding her two major orifices from splatter. It took just a moment before she was pulling the pins and tossing the grenades as far as she could, the explosions quiet compared to the gun that she could be firing. It effectively took out the horde as it was approaching her RV, her having tossed the grenades so that they landed more or less in a straight line and exploded, sending shrapnel all over the place, but most of it going into the walkers coming up the hill. It made some noise though, and she knew she had to get moving soon or she'd be overrun. Gritting her teeth she pulled the gun over her shoulder and sighted down the barrel. It was much more powerful than a regular shot gun that she KNEW how to use, but she'd used the submachine gun already a few times before and was getting better with at least sometime aiming it at the right places. Generally. Her first round was met with the sounds of bodies falling, not because she got them all right in the heads but mostly because the damned gun's bullets took out heads and chests, making said chests explode in a manner that obliterated any way for the head to remain attached.