Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 6:40:52 GMT -5
(Returning from King's Special thread)
"Quite a shitstorm we're having," Grady piped up to Holly, taking note of the increased walker activity in Rock Port's streets. "They're all coming out of the woodwork for something."
Grady drove a meandering path through town, avoiding active walkers as best he could, until he was on the back road heading up to the western entrance gates of Sunrise.
The thumping sound of rotors filled the air as there was a helicopter on the ground at the front gate, summoning every walking dead thing in the area towards its continuous noise.
"Please tell me y'all ain't retarded enough to park a running helicopter goddamn goonie magnet on your doorstep," Grady cursed as he chambered a round in his M4 and jumped out of the tow truck, taking aim at the helicopter's engine compartment.
Without hesistation, Grady unleashed 30 rounds into the helicopter's engine until it seized up smoking, the rotors finally stalling to a slow whirl as the engine died. Grady quickly slapped a fresh magazine into his assualt rifle.
"Who the fuck landed this here? Was it you, beaner?" Grady opened the cockpit of the disabled helicopter and snatched the woman in the pilot seat out. He pointed his M4 at the Mexicans outside the gate as he shoved the pilot woman towards them. "I dare you not to drop your weapons right fucking now! Ándale! Pronto! Se habla your ass is about to die!"
Grady swung his M4 at the blonde soaked in blood (ooc: Lila) he hadn't met. "You too, Barbie! Drop your weapons or die hesitating! Holly! Raylen! Come here and help me sort the needs to live from the needs to die!"
Grady didn't want to kill anyone, but would if he had to. And anything he didn't want to do but had to do he always did as quickly as possible. It didn't help that Grady was rather bigoted against Mexicans.
"I said drop your weapons, joto" Grady fumed, pressing the hot barrel tip of his M4 into the forehead of the one-eyed Mexican, branding his skin between the eyebrows with a small o-shaped welt that sizzled a bit as the man recoiled in pain.
"Drop your weapons and strip. All clothes off. I wanna see tacos and tampon strings! Now, beaners!"
"Quite a shitstorm we're having," Grady piped up to Holly, taking note of the increased walker activity in Rock Port's streets. "They're all coming out of the woodwork for something."
Grady drove a meandering path through town, avoiding active walkers as best he could, until he was on the back road heading up to the western entrance gates of Sunrise.
The thumping sound of rotors filled the air as there was a helicopter on the ground at the front gate, summoning every walking dead thing in the area towards its continuous noise.
"Please tell me y'all ain't retarded enough to park a running helicopter goddamn goonie magnet on your doorstep," Grady cursed as he chambered a round in his M4 and jumped out of the tow truck, taking aim at the helicopter's engine compartment.
Without hesistation, Grady unleashed 30 rounds into the helicopter's engine until it seized up smoking, the rotors finally stalling to a slow whirl as the engine died. Grady quickly slapped a fresh magazine into his assualt rifle.
"Who the fuck landed this here? Was it you, beaner?" Grady opened the cockpit of the disabled helicopter and snatched the woman in the pilot seat out. He pointed his M4 at the Mexicans outside the gate as he shoved the pilot woman towards them. "I dare you not to drop your weapons right fucking now! Ándale! Pronto! Se habla your ass is about to die!"
Grady swung his M4 at the blonde soaked in blood (ooc: Lila) he hadn't met. "You too, Barbie! Drop your weapons or die hesitating! Holly! Raylen! Come here and help me sort the needs to live from the needs to die!"
Grady didn't want to kill anyone, but would if he had to. And anything he didn't want to do but had to do he always did as quickly as possible. It didn't help that Grady was rather bigoted against Mexicans.
"I said drop your weapons, joto" Grady fumed, pressing the hot barrel tip of his M4 into the forehead of the one-eyed Mexican, branding his skin between the eyebrows with a small o-shaped welt that sizzled a bit as the man recoiled in pain.
"Drop your weapons and strip. All clothes off. I wanna see tacos and tampon strings! Now, beaners!"