Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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Oooh... a tough guy... ;)

*pulls the 5 bolts in the door and pushes it open*

Welcome.

Walk down the hall here and hang a left at the T. There is food, drink, and water...

*walks through the door and hands Size13 his M-16* Thank god, I was out of ammo anyway...

*heads for the mess*
 
* quietly picks up a sturdy Glock from the gun safe and loads it, the slicking barely louder than a breath*

I dont have a good feeling about this one guys....

* slips the gun into a concealed holster and covers if with a jacket before heading out to the dining hall*

Hello there! Who are you ?
 
Coffee and new shoes! This is shaping up to be the best day evah! ;)

I know! You look sexy in your new heels, Baby!!!!


*stuffs mouth*

"Nom, nom, nom..."

I'm just adding in here that is is by far the thread that makes me laugh the most. I can lurk and it's almost like people watching. With zombies and FMPs. I *love* this place. :D
Okay, I'll go back to sitting in the corner.

Oh by all means, please stay with us. It's safe and warm here and we've got liquor. And sexy underwear. And lots of oral lovins.

(whispers back, shall we exit stage left?)

Follow me, please!

* is in the bedroom working furiously at a pile of wires and cables*

HAHA I DID IT!!! WE HAVE INTERNEt ,BABY!!!

* dances happily and heads out ot the main hall to tell everyone*

YOU are a genius. But I don't need Pr0n. This place is full of nekki wimmens!

From out of the mist comes the sound of an M-16, firing 3 round bursts, and the splatter of zombie brains hitting the ground. Something big and dark moves just under the surface of the fog, like a whale surfacing and then dropping back into the deep. Muzzle flashes burst like lightening in a storm cell.

After many long moments, the killing sounds stop and are replaced by a lonely, cold wind, that slowly blows across the wasteland, ripping the misty fog to tatters. A shape moves closer to the bunker, becoming more distinct.

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The lone warrior walks up to the outer bunker door and pounds a fist on the rusted steel.

BOOOMMmmnn

BOOooommmnn

BOOM


*imitating a thug rapper in a very deep and loud voice*

"Yo, who dat?!?!?!"
 
*walks through the door and hands Size13 his M-16* Thank god, I was out of ammo anyway...

*heads for the mess*

*looks at the decrepit M16*

I am surprised this thing will even run...

*starts walking to the armory whistling*
 
One of you medically inclined wimmens check out our new friend for zombie bites. And get him some ammo. Sounds like he used up some 556 on his way in.
 
Comes back into the room carrying a belt fed GE Minigun and a backpack of ammo.

"So...uh...how's it going? And yeah, have all the sammiches you'd like. But you just hold still there, Mad Max, while the chicas check you for infection. Don't make me depress the button on this here pea shooter."

Laughs reassuringly.

"Trust me, when they check you over, you won't mind."
 
One of you medically inclined wimmens check out our new friend for zombie bites. And get him some ammo. Sounds like he used up some 556 on his way in.

I'm not medically inclined but I'll be more than happy to give him a go over. :D
 
* quietly picks up a sturdy Glock from the gun safe and loads it, the slicking barely louder than a breath*

I dont have a good feeling about this one guys....

* slips the gun into a concealed holster and covers if with a jacket before heading out to the dining hall*

Hello there! Who are you ?


*takes off helmet and sits it on the table next to himself as he sits in the farthest corner. He takes a hand full of sandwiches and begins wolfing them down, one by one, gulping water in between bites. His eyes watch nothing, but take in everything as the woman sits across from him.*

"Nevyn. Nevyn Black."

*keeps eating, staring at nothing, watching everything*
 
One of you medically inclined wimmens check out our new friend for zombie bites. And get him some ammo. Sounds like he used up some 556 on his way in.
I'll do it.
* turns to the newcomer*
Follow me. And dont touch anything or try anything funny. Got it?
 
I'll do it.
* turns to the newcomer*
Follow me. And dont touch anything or try anything funny. Got it?

*finishes his food and eyes the minigun that the big man is carrying. Making no comment, he gets up and follows WhipLuvr*
 
*takes off helmet and sits it on the table next to himself as he sits in the farthest corner. He takes a hand full of sandwiches and begins wolfing them down, one by one, gulping water in between bites. His eyes watch nothing, but take in everything as the woman sits across from him.*

"Nevyn. Nevyn Black."

*keeps eating, staring at nothing, watching everything*

*Powers down the rotating barrels of the hand held Gatling gun. As the barrels stop spinning, he unslings it, sets it down in the corner.*

He's alright. Just shell shocked from too much time in the wastelands. Like all the rest of 'em. Give him time. He probably hasn't had a conversation with anyone capable of doing something other than moaning in months. He'll come around.

Let him tell you his story in his own time. Keep feeding him.

See what else he needs. He's one of us.
 
*finishes his food and eyes the minigun that the big man is carrying. Making no comment, he gets up and follows WhipLuvr*
* leads him into the infirmary*

Right. I expect you know what's coming next. I need to see every inch of skin you got.

* gestures him against a wall and watches as he undresses*

Where'd you get that?
 
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