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 Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 6:53 am
Moé absent mindedly followed, looking around.
"There's one with a barrel!", she said, pointing upwards.
[[/reference to House of the Dead]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:10 am
Caleb turned on his heels as the thing fell down to the ground. Using both hands, he swung the metal pipe into its neck. The head popped off and a torrent of blood fountained out of the neck. "....Then kill it!" Caleb replied, slightly angered. He turned back around, looking for something that would help him.
That is when he saw it.
Caleb ran forward, looking at the box labeled Homelite XL-12 Chainsaw
He opened the box quite quickly, taking out an odd box like device with two handles, he picked the saw part out of the box and it clicked into its respected area.
He looked at his student. "...Find me kerosene, anything that will run this device!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:18 am
Moé, who was now silent in shame, foundd some chain oil a couple aisles down. There was one lurkign in the aisle [but not intending to harm her], and she pulled out a gun and shot it cleanly between the eyes; it fell down, not stirring.
She went over to Caleb and handed him the chain oil.
[[Go go Wikipedia!]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:29 am
Caleb took off the gas cap. Opening the oil, the pour all of the contents of the bottle into the chainsaw. Putting the gas cap back on, he pulled on the ripcord, 3 times, then flicked the switch from off to on. The chain let out an odd roar. He revved the blade twice.
"....Groovy." Caleb said, oddly, he had never heard of this word before.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 9:37 am
[[Oh god XD]]
Moé continued to loot the store of chain oil, and got some bullets for herself, pplacing all in a hammerspace. There was an elderly woman pushing her grandchild in a shopping cart in said bullet aisle. On close inspection, she noticed they were infected, so she shot them, wishign to free them of such misery.
[[Why would an old lady be in a hardware store? Lightbulbs, I guess...]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:10 am
Caleb looked to the large window next to the front door. And the mass that crowded near it, pressing against the window. A cracking sound ripped through the air as the window began to fracture. He raised the chainsaw, and held down the trigger.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:13 am
Moé rummaged for more emergency supplies, like rope, flashlights, and, most importantly, batteries. Of all kinds.
She got a small radio and a small black and white television set, and some safety blankets.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:21 am
The window continued to crack and pop. Then, in one moment, it gave. Glass was sent into the store, along with several beasts falling onto the linoleum floor. Others ran in, holding their arms out and screaming as they ran towards Caleb.
The doctor swiped the chainsaw, slicing 3 quarters of the zombie's head diagonally. It fell down as he thrusted the saw into the chest cavity of another. He pulled up, ripping apart the upper half of the creature. Blood covered his robes and mask as he continued to rip though the dead.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:23 am
Moé, from afar, shot at some of them. Most of the time, though, she enjoyed watching Caleb kill them.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:37 am
Caleb continued to cut up the animated bodies, creating a thick pile around him. He saw what looked to be the last one in the area. It turned towards him and ran with rage. Caleb held the chainsaw to his side. His arms swung fiercely and the chainsaw left his hands, it bit into the shoulder of the creature. Caleb ran forward and ripped the chainsaw though the body of the beast.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:39 am
Moé slowly walked up to him, clapping, her weapon holstered in a hammerspace.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:58 am
Caleb picked back up the chainsaw. Holding it in his right hand, He picked up the metal pipe nearby, he began to look though the bodies, finding one that was only slightly damaged. Both of his hands retracted, dropping the items he held, they came back out wearing a pair of black heavy gloves. He picked up the body and placed it on his shoulder, he held the chainsaw with his free hand. His heels began to click as he began to walk out of the store.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:02 am
Moé followed him silently, somewhat sad that her praise of his skill wasn't acknowledged.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:08 am
Caleb ran back to his home, holding his chainsaw high. Once at the front door, he gave it a sharp kick, the door swung open. He walked quite quickly to his study, placing the decaying body onto a table.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:10 am
Moé closed the door and locked it, per routine.
She looked at Caleb.
"Um... you may want to turn thhe chainsaw off, it'll run out of fuel..."
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