forum What a Wonderful Day! (Mad Max)(One on One)(Closed)

Started May 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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He studied the carnage he had reeked one last time before shrugging. "It would be useful. Doubt these fucks brought any with them."

"Dumbasses." She grumbled, hesitantly turning around to pull open the truck door, digging around in the back. "Grab anythin' ya think'll come in handy.'

He picked up all of the melee weapons they had brought with them, walking over to the closest car and trying the key on the door. It opened first try.

He tossed the weapons into the backseat, his eyes finding the Glock in the driverside door and the shotgun in the passenger seat.
"We're lucky I looked like shit, or they would've brought their guns," he called out over to her. "Try and find the guns in the other cars, while we're at it."

"Got it." Zara said, hefting a duffel bag and an old, rusted toolbox out of her truck. She managed to make her way over, setting the toolbox in the back and slinging the bag over her shoulder. She crouched next to one of the bodies, searching for another key.

He watched what she was doing, then reached back into the backseat and produced the pipe. "Here," he said, tossing it over to her with a wink. "Universal key, if you know what I mean."

She caught it easily, though her reflexes were slowed a bit. She looked down at the pipe, then back up at him, lips twisting up in a smirk. "Point." With that, she stood, making her way to one of the trucks to peer through the windows, before smashing the pipe straight through the glass.

Eli slid into the driver's seat of the car, checking over to two guns. The shot gun was a 5 shell lever action, a mechanism that he quite liked. It was fully loaded, along with the Glock, so he set them on the floorboard next to the brake and gas. "We lucked ou' with these guys," he called over to Zara as he climbed out of the car again. He slowly began to walk around the exterior of the vehicle, not really sure what he was looking for. But then he noticed something weird. It was like a plaster mold that bulged out a good two or 3 inches off of the side of the car. It was around 3 feet long, and painted to the color of the car poorly. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled the shirt from his neck and wrapped it around his right hand and balling his hand into a fist. A single punch to the middle of it shattered the entire thing, and dropping to the ground was something that he was very happy about. A hunting rifle. Next to it laid about 30 bullets in a Ziplock baggie.

"Ain't that the truth." Zara called back, grumbling to herself as she brushed away the bits of glass to pull open the door of the vehicle. Blinking away the spots threatening to invade her vision, she leaned through the open door, searching for anything worth bringing along.

There was a single revolver resting on the dash, but nothing else.
Eli picked the rifle up from the ground and inspected it. It was in shitty condition, but it would shoot. And the thirty bullets meant that for a few days he wouldn't have to be very conservative.
"Look wha' I foun'!" he called over, lifting the gun up by its stock.

((Why?))

"Works for me." Zara muttered, reaching in and grabbing the revolver. At Eli's shout, she looked over, instinctively taking a step back. "Damn. We really did get lucky, huh?"

(Cause no one else in the house takes care of her.)

He nodded, tossing the rifle in the back. The sound of a engine behind them made him turn around. About half a mile away, a huge truck was hauling ass in their direction.
"Gonna half to cut spring cleaning short!" he yelled, already sliding into the passenger seat and plugging the key into the ignition.

((Aw man…while I get like, not being able to take care of her, I take it you do? Which means that's gotta suck))

Considering the injury, she made incredible time getting to the vehicle and climbing into the driver's seat. "Delegated to driver, huh. A'ight. You ready t' get the fuck outta here?"

He reached for the pistol at her feet, his shoulder lightly brushing against her waist as he sat up with the gun in hand.
"Someone has to do the heavy lifting," he said, chambering a bullet and switching off the safety. "Haul ass."

"Aye, cap." She snorted, putting the car in reverse to spin around, the tires kicking up sand as they turned, trying to catch up with her driving. Then they were off, in the opposite direction the truck was.

He didn't even bother buckling up as he leaned his head out the window.
"Yep they're definitely after us," he said, practically licking his chops. "Think they'll press the issue when they get close enough?"

"Probably." She mused, glancing in the mirror. "Maybe we shouldn't wait t' find out though, if ya know what I mean."

He frowned slightly, looking somewhat disappointed. He couldn't really argue, however, for she was right. "Alright, fine," he said, pulling his head back inside the car and setting the Glock back down on the floor. "Maybe we should get ya rested up."

((Hells yeah.))

"I'm fine, don' worry." She said, eyes flickering over to him, before focusing back forward. "You'll get t' shoot somethin' later, so get rid o' that pout."

He grinned slightly, setting his feet up on the dash and laying the seat back.. "I think this friendship should work out great."

"Is that what this is now?" She raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to reach over and shove his feet off the dash. This wasn't even her vehicle, and that was the lest of their worries.