Valley of Shadow (Extreme Western Horror)

[PmTick]

Fissure Rameriez

OOC: um....hi

My shouts were going unheard but the thick musk of hell was in the air. "Undead souls of hell!" I quickly reached for for Shotgun and began firing away, hoping I could help whoever was stuck inside the Saloon.

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tes slid the bar across the handles on the inside of the door, effectivly locking it. he turned back to Felicity. "so now miss, what we gonna do? i don't realleh know down here, do ya know where yer going, or is this just some hold, where were trapped together?"

 

[Firesprite]

"Desolation was built over top of an abandoned mine Tex. These tunnels go all over, some even out to the hills, but they're dangerous, the shafts collapse, and in some, rivers spring up then disappear again. And there are Things that live down here.. you don't wanna meet them. I've explored some of the ones that are under the town, but I don't know my way around all of it. Until now, the entrances have been locked, but its been years since there was a regular check of all of them - I'm not sure if anyone knows where they all are anymore. But you'd be best to stick with me." As Felicity was speaking, she walked through the tunnels, making left and right turns, choosing passages without hesitation. She knew this route well. It led to her shop.

 

[Guest]

Suddenly there was an explosion from outside. It tore through the windows of the saloon, sending glass into the room, followed by the shouts of a man, apparently happy to send the undead back to their resting places, in as many pieces as necessary.
Everyone looked to the sound. Doc stood there as the men exchanged glances and then headed out.
"Keep an eye on my cash, Doc?" I asked.
"No problem." Was doc's response. As the saloon emptied, Doc took the final drops of his drink and poured them down his throat. When the Saloon was empty, he calmly picked up the money, counted it and shoved it in his vest pocket.
With the money secure Doc made his way out to where everyone else was. He saw Felicity and some man circle around the saloon as the gunfire started at the zombies. Doc places his hands on his two six-shooters but doesn't draw or shoot. He watches as the men of the town open fire. Doc takes out his pipe, stuffs the tobacco down into it and lights it. He then heads for his office.
"If I'm gonna fight these things, I'm gonna need a bigger gun." Doc says as he heads for his office. He arrives at his office, goes inside and pulls the small sawed off shotgun out of the cabinet. He looked in on his young patient, she was okay and someone was still with her. Doc loaded the shotgun and took some extra rounds and headed back to the street. He was halfway to the door when the front window of the barber shop smashed in. Doc looked up and saw three zombie types coming through the smashed window. He shot the first one and watched it's chest explode. "Damn thing won't die." Doc says calmly as he fires another round into the things head. Finally it collapsed. Doc moved back as he reloaded the shotgun and opened up on the second monster. "This ain't lookin' good." Suddenly the woman who had been sitting with the patient opened the door and peeked out trying to find out what was going on. "Get back in there woman!" Doc yelled but it was to late. The woman screamed and then fainted, leaving the door open and her laying in the door. Doc wondered how he could save his patient. But wasn't sure he could without getting himself killed. A second zombie exploded and collapsed. There were three more headed his way though. They kept coming. Doc stopped firing and turned he went into the back room where his patient lay. He grabbed the unconcious woman's collar and dragged her out of the doorway and slammed the door. "Just mah luck. I get a handful of cash and now I ain't even get to spend it!" He said out loud. The girl was still unconcious after the surgery. A zombie banged on the door. "Ah Shit!"

OOC: Sorry I haven't been posting. I'll try and do better.

 

[Madcap]

Jake Dawson

Jake landed in a private room of the saloon. With all of the patrons out front having all the fun at shooting up the zombies, the back rooms were all deserted. Checking his guns, Jake made his way up to the second floor where he shot out a window and perched himself on the frame. Reaching into his belt, he withdrew another stick of explosive. All his big ones were left behind when he ran into the street, but these small ones should be sufficient...he hoped.
Lighting the one in hand, he looked around for a target. The ones below were too close to the men inside for him to drop the explosive on, so he tossed it to the far side of the street. With a bang, the zombie nearest it fell to the ground, both legs blown off. Stubornly it crawled towards the saloon using its torn arms. Sighing, Jake drew his pistol and shot the thing in the head. "I guess they're just not strong enough," he said aloud and continued to blast and shoot at the zombies that were trying to take the place of the ones the men below killed.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

Everything was going on at once, it seemed. In a few seconds, Doc was gone, and the man who was throwing the dynamite was blowing zombies to pieces. Here and there, body parts would land on or near one of us, and it wasn't long before we were each pretty well covered in blood. They kept comig, and I grew tired of reloading my pistols, only to face more than I'd shot down with the last full chamber of rounds. And worse still, not all of them that went down were staying down, headshots or not. It seemed as the nights grew greater in number since their first appearance, they were becoming stronger.
"This isn't working, not to our advantage," I told Jesiah. He looked to me, our grudge temporarily forgotten, and nodded.
"We need to try something else." He agreed.
"I think...wait, did you hear a shotgun?" I asked, looking off in the distance. A human figure stood there, firing away, and for one second, I feared they'd figured out how to use our weapons, something we wouldn't have anticipated given their apparent braindead behavior. Some showed slight signs of intelligence, things liek trying to listen as we spoke, but nothing so complicated as even understanding the words, nonetheless mastering the use of a shotgun.
I realized then that it was a man, apparently having just reached the town, firing at the undead, just as we did."C'mon, man!" I shouted, this way, "before they get thier hands on you!"I heard an odd collection of would-be words from my left, then saw, Gabby Johnson walking toward another human figure nearby, this one familiar looking, showing no signs of rot or decay at all.
Two more living men, I thought, pleased. Now numbers were beginning to add up for us as well.
"Eeek, eeek!" Gabby spat, running toward him as three zombies stumbled up behind the man. "eetts otto da wade. eetts otto da wade."
Get out of the way? I wondered, thinking I'd finally cracked the old man's code. Classic frontier gibberish, as I'd heard it called once.
I realized my mistake as Gabby reached the man, yelling "eeek" still.
Zeke?
"Gabby," I began, "No, get back."
Zeke grabbed the old man by the wrist and pulled him close, biting into his shoulder. Gabby screamed, pushing at the now dead coach driver with both hands, dropping the shotgun he held on the sandy ground.
"Shit!" Jesiah cursed, raising his weapon to aim at Zeke, who held Gabby in a manner that left the old man blocking the shot he wanted.
Zeke sunk his teeth into Gabby's neck then, tearing a thick chunk of flesh away, and letting the man go as he gripped it with both hands to chew.
Gabby dropped to the ground, holding his neck.
Jesiah shot, hitting Zeke in the forehead. The zombie dropped to the ground, hitting it with a heavy thud.
Dead weight, I thought, hurrying over to the now bleeding old man and dragging him to his feet."We need to get out of here, the saloon isn't safe," Jesiah said.
I thought for a moment, holding Gabby up. The businesses all had glass windows, making them easy targets, save for one...the whorehouse where Marie worked. Oh, she'd be so happy to see me again so soon. And who knows? Maybe I really will pay her in advance this time...

 

[PmTick]

I heard a voice from calling me from the distance, I turned my attention over to the saloon and saw I was being hailed. I grabbed my six shooter and kept firing as I ran toward the saloon. I jumped through one of the broken windows, forgoing the door completely.

I quickly took out my shotgun again and fired at the horde outside as I yelled, "What's the plan fellas?"

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex didn't like this. he had not idea where he was going, and if this girl died, he would be lost. he had trouble trusting people completely but it seemed he had little choice. "alright miss, you lead the wah, and if ye see anythin unfriendly like, move to the side, while i blows it away." Tex grinned at her and theyy continued through the tunnels.

 

[Firesprite]

It wasn't long before Felicity reached the exit at the back of her shop. The town above wasn't that big after all. The long rotten stairs replaced by a ladder she'd put there herself. Allowing Tex to go first, she moved aside so he could check the coast was clear before she would go up. The remains of the giant snake were still at the base, but it had been many years since it had been killed, and the dry air down here had dessicated it quickly, so there was only a slightly musty smell in the air.

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex climbed up the ladder and scanned the house. it seemed they had left it alone. no one was in here anyway, why wouold that. he leaned down and game her his hand. helping her up the ladder even thought he knew perfectly well she could do it herself. there were just some things expected of a man.

 

[Firesprite]

Felicity was glad for the hand up the ladder. Capable she was, but its awkward climbing things in long skirts. As they emerged into the night, Felicity looked around her. There were no Zombies in sight, but they could be anywhere. Felicity put out the lamp she still carried, hoping that none had seen its faint light.

"Ok, what now?" she asked

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex looked out the window. " i donno about you, but i'm hearing alot of gunfire. i say we cut our way aross the street, where we can get something a little more powerful ta deal with these things"

 

[Firesprite]

"Lead the way, Tex" Felicity replied.

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex opened the door and pulled out the slug gun again. motioning for Felicity to follow him. as he ran he blew down and sley creatures of the dead, men, beasts. things he didn't know waht they were. all sorts. carving a path through them, with Felicity not far behind, they reached Tex's place. he opened a door and turned around. blowing the top end of a creatures face right off over Felicity's shoulder as it dived for her. he followed her inside.

 

[Guest]

Doc had hoped someone, anyone would come to his and his patience assistance, but no one was coming and Doc had only limited ammo. He had his two six shooters with him and a few reloads in his ammo belt, but that was it. If someone didn't arrive soon, he would have to make a choice. Leave the girl to her fate, abandon her and go out the window or stay and fight and probably die right beside his pretty young patient. The zombies were still pounding on the hard wood door, but even the oak planks were starting to crack. The door wouldn't hold out long. "Darlin'" Doc said to the unconcious girl in the bed. "If help don't come soon, we're in serious trouble."

Doc drew his two six shooters, put his back against the wall and the window, leaving himself an out, and waited. One plank cracked and a dead hand pushed through. The hand withdrew, another plank cracked. The dead head popped through the ever growing hole, Doc didn't hesitate. He took careful aim and fired. The bullet hit the dead head right between it's former eyes. But the thing didn't stop. Doc opened up with both revolvers and the dead head soon stopped moving. It's head still hooked inside the door, it's body went lax outside the door. But the banging continued. Then it happened. The Door cracked and fell apart. "Here we go!" Doc yelled and opened up with both revolvers. He watched another dead head go down but a dozen more were waiting behind it. Doc emptied both revolvers wounding and causing the zombies to pause, but no more fell. His revolvers empty, Doc knows he'll never have time to reload. He turns his back to the zombies, grabs up a small wooden chair and throws it through the window with a crash. Doc slips one leg out, then the other, a Zombie grabs him by the back of the neck he looks back and drives his elbow into the zombies chest. It stumbles, releases him briefly, but long enough and he slips out of the window and onto the ground. He watches as the zombies attempt to follow. He turns, runs down the small alley until he's at the edge of the street. Zombies were everywhere. Doc kneels and quickly reloads both six shooters. "Time to find better weapons!" He tried desperatly not to think about his pretty little patient. Without another thought, doc stood up and headed for the sherrifs office. It was the best protected place in town.

OOC: More tomorrow.

 

[Firesprite]

Panting and gasping for breath, Felicity leaned against a wall, trying to compose herself after their mad flight and close calls through the evil creatures of the night.
Felicity turned to Tex, a worried question in her eyes "What now?"

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex pulled her inside and rooted around on the shelf. he pulled down a large heavy multi barreled cannon like thing. the Gattling gun. he also offered another large shotgun to Felicity. "we cut some people down. thats all"

 

[Firesprite]

Taking the heavy shotgun, she loaded it with quick efficiency and positioned herself beside a window. Taking aim, she began shooting Zombies with deadly accuracy.

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex ducked under her fire and set the Gattling Gun up on the mount. pulling the trigger he bagan mowing the creatures down with amazing speed. some of them comming into little bits.

 

[Firesprite]

Reloading the shotgun, Felicity moved to another window and again began to fire upon the Creatures.

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex called over the loud heavy chattering of gunfire to Felicity. "hey! do you think we should try helping those people over at the Saloon?"

 

[Firesprite]

With a final shot she called back "Yeah, I've finished off the ones from my side, lets head over there."

 

[Khadgar]

Tex

Tex picked up the Gatling gun, still firing rounds as he ran and headed for the Saloon. he made sure that Felicity wasn't too far behind.

 

[Guest]

Doc was just getting ready to run, when someone opened up with a damn gatling gun. It had to be Tex, he was the only one with the balls to pull a weapon like that out and use it. He wondered where Tex was. He was obviously the best armed. Doc decided to head for the sherrifs office or the gun shop to get better weapons and then go find help. Doc moved onto main street and started at a run for the sherriffs office. It was closest.

OOC: I'd write more, but I've lost track of everyone. Is anyone at the sherriffs office???

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Statler

When the gatling gun started to fire, I hit the deck, seeing the bodies toward the opposite end of town begin to burst as the rounds tore not into, but through them, their bodies far too rotted to even slow down the bullets, not to mention actually stop them. The same bullet must have torn through eight or more bodies before reaching where we were, but they did reach, tearing through the walking dead, sending arms and legs to the ground, and sometimes knocking them off balance. Here and there, the shells tore through one's chest or stomach, sending blood and guts, not to mention rotted organs into the air.
I dove to the ground, knowing Tex was crazy and rash enough to fire away at the things without considering the direction he was firing in.
"Get down!" I shouted, as the bullets began to rip at the walls of the saloon. The dead had come in rare form tonight, but the damage it seemed would be mostly man-made tonight, gatling guns and explosives damagoing buildings, and who knew what else?
The others hit the ground or the floor inside as the bullets came in thick clusters, digging into the wooden walls of the saloon and sometimes tearing all the way through, destroying things inside.
When the rounds ceased, or at least ceased to come in our direction, I looked up, seeing half as many bodies standing around, many of those standing missing limbs, and some of those on the ground laying still. Those that weren't incapacitated were still stalking forward, however, and the ones on the ground that could ove were dragging or pushing themselves toward us.
"We gotta find a better place to hold up," I shouted to Jesiah.
He nodded, jumping up in time to push a zombie away, then reached down to help the injured old-timer, Gabby, to his feet.
"We'll take the back way," he shouted.
I got to my feet and followed the two inside.