At 4/11/09 09:47 PM, Blue-Dragon wrote:
Xavier took a deep breath, feeling his own set of butterflies take wing in his stomach. "Alright, here's the plan. We're right near the main business district. There's gotta be a gun shop around somewhere. We find it, loot it, then grab a vehicle and say adios to this fucked up city. Sound good?
((All yours, Slap.))
((Hip-hip-hooray.))
"It sounds good up until leaving the city. . . what's to say that we can get out of the city?" Duran asked. He looked down at his feet as he spoke, sticking his free hand into his pocket. "I'm pretty sure that we may be trapped here. Not by the. . . zombies. . ." Duran forced the word, ". . . but maybe by the army? I mean, it isn't like this can't be known. . ." Duran looked up, meeting Xaviers eyes. ". . . this isn't some small, nameless town of a population of fifty. I don't think we are just going to be able to drive out of here like we are going on a road-trip to Canada." Duran had more to say, but something banged against the ceiling, making him jump and almost fire a round.
"Could we just get the hell out of the building?" Duran said quietly, wide-eyed and shaking just barely.