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As the others conversed tactically among one another for the best course of plan, the bandaged and broken Swede had distanced himself away from others in pursue of his own methods. It was clear that the foreigner, outside of being physically altered, seemed like a much different person. Underneath that ripped skin and flesh, the Scandinavian had already suffered under the brutal collapse of an already fragile hub of civilization, his case but thousands upon thousands happening at once due the collapse of the frontlines. Wiping away the dust and sands flowing into his eyes freely, the mummified physician stood at the very entrance of the El Rancho Hotel.
He couldn't help but act on instinct, raising his revolver once more, cocking the trigger. Pointing it inside, Dave would hear the rattling of metal, the firearm pointed in the general direction of him. Whether or not the Swede was pointing his six-shooter at the boy or the Infected shamblers behind him would be a mystery, for in that very moment, something shook him to abruptly collapse on the floor...
PHEEEW!
Concrete and dust shot up from the earth, beyond the wall of debris upon the roof of a building at the end of this street block, an explosion of light suddenly erupted. The deafening bang of a high-caliber rifle echoed, the soundwaves of such of a fearsome weapon propelling outwards for miles, enough to attract more Infected from the surrounding area to the village. As the bullet collided against the ground, the burning piece of soaring metal shattered, a ricochet of it whizzing past Laura's left ear, missing it a solid few feet but surely causing a brief moment of ear pain.
"Mmfff! Mmmmf!!!" the Swede yelled in a murmur underneath his bandages, raising up his single-action Colt to shoot off two speedier Commoners trying to swarm Dave, their bodies flailing and recoiling back from the impact of the .357 rounds colliding against their chests. With the scope still glaring from far end of the street block, another shot echoed outwards, one with a keen ear able to hear the rustic, gut-wrenching, frightening pull of the rifle's bolt as it chambered in a new round. Luckily, this second shot missed entirely, the distant assailent either not a good shot or perhaps purposefully missing.
Either way, the hotel seemed like the only logic option at the moment, unless the Survivors were willing to go toe-to-toe with a presumably unskilled sniper.
@Atomyk @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.
He couldn't help but act on instinct, raising his revolver once more, cocking the trigger. Pointing it inside, Dave would hear the rattling of metal, the firearm pointed in the general direction of him. Whether or not the Swede was pointing his six-shooter at the boy or the Infected shamblers behind him would be a mystery, for in that very moment, something shook him to abruptly collapse on the floor...
PHEEEW!
Concrete and dust shot up from the earth, beyond the wall of debris upon the roof of a building at the end of this street block, an explosion of light suddenly erupted. The deafening bang of a high-caliber rifle echoed, the soundwaves of such of a fearsome weapon propelling outwards for miles, enough to attract more Infected from the surrounding area to the village. As the bullet collided against the ground, the burning piece of soaring metal shattered, a ricochet of it whizzing past Laura's left ear, missing it a solid few feet but surely causing a brief moment of ear pain.
"Mmfff! Mmmmf!!!" the Swede yelled in a murmur underneath his bandages, raising up his single-action Colt to shoot off two speedier Commoners trying to swarm Dave, their bodies flailing and recoiling back from the impact of the .357 rounds colliding against their chests. With the scope still glaring from far end of the street block, another shot echoed outwards, one with a keen ear able to hear the rustic, gut-wrenching, frightening pull of the rifle's bolt as it chambered in a new round. Luckily, this second shot missed entirely, the distant assailent either not a good shot or perhaps purposefully missing.
Either way, the hotel seemed like the only logic option at the moment, unless the Survivors were willing to go toe-to-toe with a presumably unskilled sniper.
@Atomyk @OrlandoBloomers @Indolent @Ringmaster @Josh M @Verite @Ivazel @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Kaykay @Jeremi @T.O.M. @C.T.