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Athan was the first to breach the North Field after the zombie invasion. It didn't really look like the non-populated region of the city was hit too hard, what with it being a corn field and all.

Athan could only really hope that Farmer Bob wasn't tending to his fields when everyone disappeared, because even if there was an APC filled with mercenaries behind him, Athan wasn't really all too aware of his allies.

Also he was in a hurry, and really wanted his sword.

Joseph decided to let the group enjoy some "relaxing music" so he manipulated the audio systems to play this over the APC speakers. Kicking back he called out in a crying way "Are we there yet?"

Corn rustled softly in the cold winds blowing throughout, periodically coupled with the noisy trampling of the foodstuff by numbers of the robotic zombies. Countless of them were stalking the city, and as any proper zombie-like entity, many had found their way to the corn fields and began hunting for whatever they hungered for within the many rows of the -

Oh, rath this grod - time for something rathin' badass.



Caught in the path of death like rathin' deer in headlights.

Zambehs and Corn were mowed down by the semi truck in droves, either sent flying in pieces all over the place or dragged under the several-ton beast machine's wheels. PEWPEW lasers burst from the damn thing's mouths, blasting off pieces off the grill, but not doing a terrible lot of damage. It was chaos, and a certain HUEG GAI was grinning like a madman all the while.

"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU RATHERS, BUT I'M HAVING A BALL."

Hee-hawing into the wind, Ebris proceeded to knee the steering wheel for a bit while retrieving 3 items from his belt pouches - 2 of his SI-7 power cells and his length of grappling hook wire length. The bounty hunter chucked the thing back at Dzan before yanking out his Carnosaurs and popping them open. "There ya rathin' go, hiver - go joust some grod up thar," he nodded ahead to the hood of the semi truck while removing the old cells and placing in the new, fresh ones - no need for stealth anymore, so it was time to put in some grod that could get people really hurtin'. The grappling hook he gave Dzan had a magnetic clamp for a hook, so he'd be able to stay on the hood pretty securely.

Locking the Hellpistols shut, Ebris decided something needed to occur before they could start taking care of their newest passengers. Thumps on the roof above signaled another new friend, which Ebris motioned to Ryke with a nod upwards - problem solved with a few bursts from the Specter.

"Before we get goin', gotta get some rathin' music goin'!"

Of course it'd be music.

Ebris slammed the butt of his right Hellpistol down on the dashboard radio. Static squealed from the speakers before some distorted voice began speaking, which became steadily clearer. "-zzzrrrnd here is "I Can't Decide" by the Scissor Sisters!"

The bounty hunter balked at the clearly-unmanly voice that started playing from the radio, only to whoop into the air.

"RATH YES! I LOVE THIS RATHIN' SONG!"

With that, Ebris literally began to sing along to the damn song while bending out the window. Blaster bolts began to rain down on the zombies trespassing on Kitten Hats mobile territory, all the while the bounty hunter kneeing the steering wheel. He was heading right towards a certain someone who was looking for a HUEG SWORD, but he hadn't noticed him yet - that would happen quite soon, though.

((Short post cause I'm crazy a** distracted and will be on auto-follow while Ebris and Athan have their little "reunion". xd

Things were getting crazier by the damned second and no longer were there just a ton of zomberz, those kamikaze ********, out there gathered in a big old mass...now they were climbing all over the truck!

Crap!

"Fukn'hell! They're on the damned roof now?" Easy to take care of. But Ryke still furrowed her brows, annoyed, confused and her attention being pulled in numerous directions.

Still didn't mean she wouldn't be focused enough to shoot the little s**t who was clambering around up there on the roof.

Ebris' nod told her precisely what she had already been thinking and it was all that she needed before slinging the Specter back around to her front, steadying her footing on the cab's floor so she could get a clear shot at the mechanical freak upstairs.

Well she could if the god-damned bounty brute would keep his ********' hands on the wheel and keep the damn truck steady.

"Damnitt Eb, shoot with one hand and ******** STEER with the other!"

-Heavy sigh-

Shoddy driving skills aside, she managed to get steady footing and a couple of quick bursts from her rifle sounded as Ryke got her shot at the robozombie who was currently truck surfing on their roof.

((Pinch GM in here. A few questions before I start in. Normal Big Rig, or some Super Version?

And how much, if any damage beyond a dented grill and scratched up paint has it taken?))

Things were getting pretty rathin' heated.

Ebris managed to pot shot one of the sumbitch robo zombies off the side, but he was missing the others, which in turn blew pretty nasty-sized holes in the size of the trailers. In conjunction with the insane noise the SI-7 cells made (which is what gave the Hellpistols their infamous "Carnosaur" moniker), they were truly weapons that anyone would not want to be hit with.

5 shots were wasted from his left Carnosaur - it was time to stop wasting shots and start firing a tad bit more smartly. Making sure that there was nothing ahead in the immediate vicinity to run into, Ebris bent out and began to take aimed shots at the guys. The bounty hunter would be able to get about 4 shots out at most before he heard a pretty unpleasant noise coming from his right - a quick glance revealed that they had some company in the form of some HUEG ZAMBEHS.

"Oh rath."

It wasn't hard to imagine those tanks would be able to take a lot of firepower, so a different course of action would need to be taken. Up ahead, something they could do to take care of them conveniently popped up. Those quaint little buildings would be very nice for dealing with them rathers on the side. Dropping his right Hellpistol, he grabbed the wheel and swirved to the right, coming right up against a farmhouse. Masonry and wood were ground up against the side of the truck, almost assuredly taking the robo zombies with parts of the truck's side. Hopefully Dzan would be able to hold on, or he'd get rathed. He was also counting on Ryke to deal with the one the roof.

Time to deal with any more stragglers...until Ebris' peripherals caught something dead ahead.

"Eh?"









You could destroy Ebris' ice.

You could make fun of his swim shorts.

But you could never claim his vernacular was made up.



Today, Athan was going to find out what it was like to be chased around a city by an insane HUEG GAI in a Semi Truck. Fun times, indeed.