Post by Michael Jennings on Oct 11, 2015 9:45:48 GMT -5
"I'm fine, man, I'm right here. It's just, uh, car trouble," He started, feeling nervous and glancing between Michael and the car ahead of them. "If you're armed, put your gun on the hood of your car and step away from it, that'd be a pretty solid start." Donnie responded to the bewildered man. The survivor seemed scattered, lost and even began to call for a group forming.
What the fuck did we get ourselves into, Michael couldn't believe there was others in the small village, he thought they were the last ones left. Before he could respond, Donnie walked out into the middle of the parking lot, his hands in the air. His heart began to pound, he was going to get himself killed!
Michael clicked the safety off his M9 and took aim, just in case. It seemed as if time had come to a standstill, waiting for the man's response, “Alright, I’m glad you are ok!” His head peeked up from behind the car, giving the men their first true glimpse at the man. He was younger, with wild unkempt blonde hair, a sense of desperation pouring from his posture. Just a broken, lost man... He snapped out of his train of thought as Matthew called out to them, "Alright, I just hope this isn’t a trap, to make sure there are no accidents, let’s all slide our weapons to the side of the vehicles where we all can seem them?”
Before Michael could respond, Matthew had begun counting down. I can't let Donnie get killed...I have to do this, he sighed as the countdown hit zero, he tossed the gun to the ground and put his hands up. "Alright we did what you said," he paused as he motioned towards Donnie to back up towards him, "Just come out and tell us who you are, leave your gun on the ground," his voice began to grow in strength, "I have a family...and I wasn't really looking for this situation, I just saw this man in help," he paused feeling he had begun to let too much information out, "Grab your backpack, Donnie will get your gun...then you can come with us..." The sun was setting, and night was on the horizon, they had to move.
What the fuck did we get ourselves into, Michael couldn't believe there was others in the small village, he thought they were the last ones left. Before he could respond, Donnie walked out into the middle of the parking lot, his hands in the air. His heart began to pound, he was going to get himself killed!
Michael clicked the safety off his M9 and took aim, just in case. It seemed as if time had come to a standstill, waiting for the man's response, “Alright, I’m glad you are ok!” His head peeked up from behind the car, giving the men their first true glimpse at the man. He was younger, with wild unkempt blonde hair, a sense of desperation pouring from his posture. Just a broken, lost man... He snapped out of his train of thought as Matthew called out to them, "Alright, I just hope this isn’t a trap, to make sure there are no accidents, let’s all slide our weapons to the side of the vehicles where we all can seem them?”
Before Michael could respond, Matthew had begun counting down. I can't let Donnie get killed...I have to do this, he sighed as the countdown hit zero, he tossed the gun to the ground and put his hands up. "Alright we did what you said," he paused as he motioned towards Donnie to back up towards him, "Just come out and tell us who you are, leave your gun on the ground," his voice began to grow in strength, "I have a family...and I wasn't really looking for this situation, I just saw this man in help," he paused feeling he had begun to let too much information out, "Grab your backpack, Donnie will get your gun...then you can come with us..." The sun was setting, and night was on the horizon, they had to move.