Thread: 6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

The cavalry was on it's way. Apparently. Eyes widening slightly behind a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that were a size too big on her bandana covered face, Isanya whistled quietly as shots began to ring out a good ten minutes into her little assault on the small horde of nasties that crowded her RV. Luckily, her home on wheels was barricaded very well, sheets of steel covering what windows there were and most of the front windshield as well except for a small section that was meant for viewing in order to drive. After a moment of stunned shock, and pain since the recoil on her own gun was a bitch to deal with, the redhead let out a whoop as it slowly became obvious what the people were doing trying to help her. Sending another two rounds into the mass of bodies surrounding her RV, she yanked the last two grenades up, yanked the pins and tossed them once she was sure that her path was made and the living humans, guys who moved and seemed be able to fight like they knew what the hell they were doing, got out of the way. Tossing the grenades fairly far away, in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go, the sharp explosions momentarily distracted the walkers who were milling around and trying to climb her RV, failing miserably and yet too stupid to stop. Sliding into her RV via the roof access, she shut and bolted the top of it with a sigh, her dogs' head nudging her with another belt of grenades, older ones that she wasn't sure would work, and she issued a quiet command to desist as she hopped into the drivers' seat. The RV started up like a dream, running silent except for a quiet purr of the engine, and when she floored the pedal, it was a monster of metal and thicker than average tires that shot forwards, rolling over the walking dead en-masse before she hit the pathway that her new 'friends' had made for her, the edges of her Rv, slim pieces of metal flattened and hammered at near neck level for an average adult, swiping and beheading several dozen 'grown' zombies as she drives out of the horde, the wheels spinning and kicking up some dirt as she hits the road and looks around for the men in question, their SUV in the middle of the road. Isanya grinned and whistled for Luci, who woofed, the sound deep and echoing in the RV. Leaving the engine idling, the woman headed for a box of nasty little goodies, some that she had made herself with little metal bits, and with a small sack full of them she slipped out the side door of her RV and headed for an open space at the side of the road where most of the walkers would be following very soon. Dumping her sack of small mines, remotely controlled ones, she scattered them roughly the length of the space that the worst of the horde would hit at and then bolted, waving her arms to make those black clad guys in the SUV get moving. After a split second, she yanked her makeshift mask down off her face and hollered with a set of lungs any drill sergeant would envy GET YOUR VEHICLE OUT OF THE WAY, THOSE'RE MINES! Picking the remote up off her belt, she waved it at them as the stench of the undead made her gag, and she headed for her RV at a flatout run, the door at the side of it held open by the enormous dog. She had absolutely no idea that there was more than the people in the vehicle and she honestly didn't much care. It was survival of the fittest, and she was fit. As soon as she was behind her RV enough, and made sure the SUV was moved, plus the walkers were mostly bundled near the road and it's little fun toys at the side of it in the dirt, she detonated the mines and then grinned wickedly as body parts, all rotting in various stages, started flying as her little toys, filled with things like forks and knives, razors and bits of steel from her RV project, went flying, literally tearing dozen after dozen of undead zombies to pieces. That left very little in the way of those shambling fuckers. Enough to be easily disposed of thankfully. Sorry if I went a bit overboard there....