Ok, now you know Travis (enthusiastic comic relief), Jimmy (at least in action) & Michael (Julians #1). In this passage, Victor is introduced. Hell stay with us as a resident badass (7 4 black vet from the Vietnam War). He likes guns, lots of guns. I actually mean anything that can kill, maim, or explode. He really, really loves being an anarchist. _____________________________________________________ Travis thinned their ranks sufficiently enough for Michael and Jimmy to go to Victor’s aid. Then they entered his house through the front door opposite the beasts’ entry points. They were quick to make their intentions clear that they were there to help ward off the Ranger’s personal apocalypse. He was laughing with a homemade belt fed shotgun in his hands. They rushed introductions and advised Victor not to let them bite him. “Not a problem,” he replied, taking single shots as each creature tried to enter. With his spectators introduced, he had one more question, “Feds?” They shook their heads no and Jimmy, recognizing what Victor was holding, replied, “Rock on brother!” With a smile plastered across his face Victor warned, “Get a load of this, and you might want to cover your ears!” He switched it to full auto and blew out more of his back wall than the beasts’ handiwork! He was a large black man with an attitude. His training was as evident as his size. He precisely controlled the powerful weapon, and learned by shot and error that they would only go down if he obliterated their heads. It surprised him that blasting the chest had mixed results even using a twelve gauge with alternating shells between 00 buck and slugs! These two deadly rounds should have completely ripped out the heart, but they were extremely tough customers so he continued obliterating heads. “Watch it there!” Travis yelled after catching some buckshot in the shoulder as he continued picking off beasts outside. Grappling with them demanded his full attention even as pieces of wall and beast showered him. “Stay away from the wall!” Michael telepathically ordered stating what any sane person would consider the obvious. Travis, however, was focused on taking the battle to the enemy wherever they were. He thought Michael’s orders were peculiar. “If they’re by the wall that’s where the fight is,” he answered aloud to the voice in his head. Michael didn’t honor him with a reply discerning the kid was too thick to go into lengthy explanations while engaged in his own conflict. Driven by instinct, several oncoming beasts followed their food into Victor’s home. youtube/watch?v=zxslOcJ9M3s
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 18:35:36 +0000
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