Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 7:50:43 GMT -5
Gunfire flashes could be seen in the distance, but the gunfire was hidden by the roar of the storm as it released its fury and ripped walkers off there feet. Rumbling of the aluminium walls on the local industries added to the noise of the wind and the rain fell heavier than he had seen in a long time. The storm had been expected for sometime now, one of the joys of still having a Navel vessel.
Liam could only gather the gunshots were from one of his men that had companied him to Richmond and had got separated from him when the storm hit. He had already tried to radio them but he just wasn't receiving anything.
Holding his P-90 tight he made a dash to the opposite end of the car park, hoping it wasn't too late and things had turned out well. Hidden behind a rusty van lay one of the privates that had served under him, on the ground he lay with his eyes staring blankly into the sky as four walkers feasted upon his chest. Normally he'd take a second to say some words before laying one of his men to rest, but the weather and the walkers were a threat that needed to be dealt with. Lifting his P-90 and with a pull of the trigger the four walkers lay permanently dead upon the private. This time releasing just one shot, Liam put a bullet in to the privates head to keep him fown. With a one fingered salute as sign of respect Liam grabbed the Privates P-60 and the belt his handgun with ammo attached to it. Throwing both over his neck he turned and fought against the wind to reach the only stone building nearby. No matter how much he fought against the wind he still moved at a snail pace as the wind fought his every move. At that moment all he could think of was that with luck the rest of his men were hold up safe nearby and not out looking for him.
Finally he reached a door to the building, with one clean kick to it, the door flung open and he entered the building. First thing first he took a quick glance around to make sure there were no walkers with in reach or sight. Closing the door over, he sat down against the wall and took a breath.
Liam could only gather the gunshots were from one of his men that had companied him to Richmond and had got separated from him when the storm hit. He had already tried to radio them but he just wasn't receiving anything.
Holding his P-90 tight he made a dash to the opposite end of the car park, hoping it wasn't too late and things had turned out well. Hidden behind a rusty van lay one of the privates that had served under him, on the ground he lay with his eyes staring blankly into the sky as four walkers feasted upon his chest. Normally he'd take a second to say some words before laying one of his men to rest, but the weather and the walkers were a threat that needed to be dealt with. Lifting his P-90 and with a pull of the trigger the four walkers lay permanently dead upon the private. This time releasing just one shot, Liam put a bullet in to the privates head to keep him fown. With a one fingered salute as sign of respect Liam grabbed the Privates P-60 and the belt his handgun with ammo attached to it. Throwing both over his neck he turned and fought against the wind to reach the only stone building nearby. No matter how much he fought against the wind he still moved at a snail pace as the wind fought his every move. At that moment all he could think of was that with luck the rest of his men were hold up safe nearby and not out looking for him.
Finally he reached a door to the building, with one clean kick to it, the door flung open and he entered the building. First thing first he took a quick glance around to make sure there were no walkers with in reach or sight. Closing the door over, he sat down against the wall and took a breath.