Post by Jack Reed on Apr 29, 2017 16:51:28 GMT -5
The peaceful Lanai countryside thundered to the sound of the mighty goblin 3 powered De Havilland Vampire tearing across the landscape at over 500 MPH from the barely contained fury of the turbojet. Sitting at the controls, as comfortable as a man could be at the helm of a ww2 vintage jet powered warbird, was Jack Reed. The old man glared through his cockpit crosshairs. Target set. Walker herd, direct front. He had spotted them earlier from the runway through his binoculars approaching directly towards his makeshift fortress on the airstrip. Depending on how these few attack runs went with his limited supply of ammunition to his two remaining hispano 20mm cannons, it would decide whether he would need to pack it up and move on in his 548 MPH heavily armed escape vehicle, or be able to hold out for yet another day.
Safety off.
Pipper lined up on target.
Guns guns guns.
the plane did a low pass over the horde, spraying 20mm carnage in its wake before pulling nearly vertical, engine screaming as the 1940s vintage aircraft soared skyward. Jack grimaced as the G-forces pulled at him, but it quickly turned into a sick grin as he looked over his shoulder at the carnage he had wrought. Even from his position he could see that a good chunk of the undead were either torn up so badly they were very much out of commission, or simply turned into a dark red paste upon the ground.
Ammunition check. Ninety seven rounds in each weapon. If the meter was still accurate, he had enough for two more strafing runs. Reed banked the craft around. Something didn't feel too right. An ever so slight delay, a sluggishness to the controls. Maintenance on such an old plane was no easy task when the world wasn't in flames but now? Well, he had done the best he could but it seemed that a few mechanical gremlins were starting to show their ugly heads. No matter for now, Reed was still in control of the aircraft. The Vampire was still thundering along now having climbed to three thousand feet, if the hydraulics were having problems, they didn't seem to be degrading any further as he tested the flight surfaces one by one. Roll, yaw, pitch, all feeling a little strange but workable.
he begun his dive for the second pass, pushing the aircraft right to the very limits of its maximum speed as Jack lined up yet another burst, squeezing the trigger at the shambling crowd.