dutchrain
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Piles and cars.
Three groups of three were busy dragging zombies to a new pile; about ten to fifteen formed a good pile, four side by side, some gas on them, and the next on op of them. Always some gas on the layers, just as you put some béchamel between the layers of a lasagna.
We walked over to the parking lot, watchful looking around us, still some zombies around, but they already were aiming for the first fire. Once again it proved slow movements were the most important.
Thomas selected a car, a pick -up. The door was open, and the key was in the ignition. There was no other car with an open door, but some bodies were lying nearby. Clothes with bones in or around them to be more exact.
Bart put his fingers in a few pockets, and came up with several sets of keys. he pushed a button, and a car started to blink. We had two cars. He pushed some more though, and another car started to blink as well.
"This a Volvo," he grinned, handing an other key at Dan.
"Would we have enough cars to block the path between the Knihgt and the Theater annex too?" I asked a bit anxious. "It would be great, if we could block that too ..." After a short discussion, Dan and Thomas decided they would take a car each and complete the block between the Knight and the Museum, while Bart and I would drive one around the Knight to block the path I had talked about before. Thomas and Dan then would join is with one more car, because it would be safer for four to walk back to the entrance.
Slowly Bart and I drove up to Paul, Andrea and TD who just had dropped a cadaver on the pile.
Quietly I told them what we wanted to do. Andrea sighed, TD look around nervously and Paul looked pleased.
"Good idea!" he whispered.
"I wish Cassandra and Cramer would stop shooting," Andrea sighed. "We cleaned the plaza, but they keep adding new ones to drag away. Maybe we should start a pile on the lawn in front of the Knight?"
Sighing I told her to do so and Bart started the engine again.
Suddenly I gasped. Max! This wasn't true! This couldn't be true! There were two cargo doors in the side of the Knight, big enough a small truck could drive through them, and we had been carrying everything in over the stairs, out in the open! These doors would open into the big off-limmits area behind the hospital. Why in heaven's sake hadn't Max told us about them?
"We'll use these doors from now on!" I told Bart, who was fiddling with the radio. I hadn't even noticed we had rounded the back and were now standing between the Knight and the annex.
Piles and cars.
Three groups of three were busy dragging zombies to a new pile; about ten to fifteen formed a good pile, four side by side, some gas on them, and the next on op of them. Always some gas on the layers, just as you put some béchamel between the layers of a lasagna.
We walked over to the parking lot, watchful looking around us, still some zombies around, but they already were aiming for the first fire. Once again it proved slow movements were the most important.
Thomas selected a car, a pick -up. The door was open, and the key was in the ignition. There was no other car with an open door, but some bodies were lying nearby. Clothes with bones in or around them to be more exact.
Bart put his fingers in a few pockets, and came up with several sets of keys. he pushed a button, and a car started to blink. We had two cars. He pushed some more though, and another car started to blink as well.
"This a Volvo," he grinned, handing an other key at Dan.
"Would we have enough cars to block the path between the Knihgt and the Theater annex too?" I asked a bit anxious. "It would be great, if we could block that too ..." After a short discussion, Dan and Thomas decided they would take a car each and complete the block between the Knight and the Museum, while Bart and I would drive one around the Knight to block the path I had talked about before. Thomas and Dan then would join is with one more car, because it would be safer for four to walk back to the entrance.
Slowly Bart and I drove up to Paul, Andrea and TD who just had dropped a cadaver on the pile.
Quietly I told them what we wanted to do. Andrea sighed, TD look around nervously and Paul looked pleased.
"Good idea!" he whispered.
"I wish Cassandra and Cramer would stop shooting," Andrea sighed. "We cleaned the plaza, but they keep adding new ones to drag away. Maybe we should start a pile on the lawn in front of the Knight?"
Sighing I told her to do so and Bart started the engine again.
Suddenly I gasped. Max! This wasn't true! This couldn't be true! There were two cargo doors in the side of the Knight, big enough a small truck could drive through them, and we had been carrying everything in over the stairs, out in the open! These doors would open into the big off-limmits area behind the hospital. Why in heaven's sake hadn't Max told us about them?
"We'll use these doors from now on!" I told Bart, who was fiddling with the radio. I hadn't even noticed we had rounded the back and were now standing between the Knight and the annex.