Dead Wonderland

Jay: Looks like meeting up with you guys would turn out to be quite the stroke of luck.

Floyd: Yea it's about a thirty minute drive, Last I called My pa was shooting some zombies, I..hope there okay.

Philip: Yeah don't wo...
Hughes: Lets get one thing straight...actually I'm telling you this now. If ANY of you get bitten...if anyone you KNOW gets bitten, they die or otherwise are left behind. Depends if you want to turn into a zombie or go down human. Are we clear? One bite is enough, and I'm not soft enough to put the group's safety at risk for one single person

Jay: One bite is all it takes huh. Very well.
Billy: I'll kill you personally if you get infected by these freaks zombies. So watch it Jay.
Jay: Please, those bastards isn't gettin me.

Floyd: I sure as hell won't let you get in my damn car,

"After about a thirty minute drive they arrive in a suburb area with some dead zombies, and some people, and smashed police cars, Floyd spots his father outside of his home, a gun in hand. Floyd slows down, and runs out to his father hugging him."

Floyd: PA! you okay!? Where moma
Pa: Calm down, she inside cooking.
Floyd: da hell, we need to move! I heard the Army coming down to this joint, and shit going blow up
Pa: Watch yo tounge, we was waiting for you, she's cooking food for the road, we've gotten the RV ready, and stored up on gas, you sister's down in Seattle with her husband so she's alright
Floyd: ok these are some guys I brought from down the city, they helped me get here
Pa: Really? WELCOME, you can come in have some food, be quick, this place is near empty, one reason why there's hardly any zombies, but this might change, my name is Derald, my wife's name is Katrina.

Hughes: pleasure. My names Hughes. my friend over there is Philip

"Hughes is holding the M1A1 and doesn't let go while Philip takes a look at their ammo and guns"

Philip: hmm, mister, where's the RV? We need to move all this ammo fast

Billy: Derald huh. I'm Billy, that's Jay.
Jay: Yo.
Billy: Now tell us where the fucking rv is.

"Jay walks over to the car, grabbing guns and ammo, ready to start moving it."

Derald: Follow me sonny, my wife's cooking food, Were putting it all up in two freezers, bringing it out to the RV< then let's move, were thinking of going out to the country, less people, less zombies.

"He walks out to the back-yard, leading the boys to the Garage, while Floyd goes inside to find Katrina."

Derald: Here it is..the RV, can't believe I'm gonna drive this baby again. Bring them guns in, then go help my son carry the food out.

*Billy and Jay start loading the ammo and weapons on the rv.".

Derald: My My, that's some big guns yall carrying, yall most of jacked about a million gun stores!

Jay: Nope, just one. The owner was a paranoid old bastard.
Billy: I splattered his zombie brains outta the back of his head.

*They go the the car, coming back carrying ammo boxes now.*

(Just to recapitulate

Springfield M1903A4: A bolt action (meaning you have to manually insert the rounds) sniper riffle. Specifics are weak due to age, but it's solid. 5-round per magazine (magazine themselves are stripper clips, basically cartridges attached for easier loading). Rate of fire is around 15 rounds per minute. This particular one also comes with a flash suppressor. Effective range I have no idea, probably around 600 meters, perhaps more. Muzzle velocity of around 800 m/s

Springfield M1A1: Semi automatic riffle. Civilian version of the M14, gas-operated, rotating bolt. Magazine clips have 20 rounds per magazine. It packs a punch in recoil so take that in mind when using it.

Winchester Model 1200: Pump action shotgun, the basic shit. Caliber of this particular one is 16 gauge, the middle term for the possible with the model. Feed system is composed of 2 six shell tubular magazine. Basically how a shotgun works, nothing really to it. Packs the usual punch of a shotgun in recoil to beware of that.

Mossberg 590: Same as above, but in this case the 590 is more of a riot gun (design for closer range and defense rather than longer range). Cartridges and 12 gauge. Can hold up to 8 rounds within the internal tube

Dragunov Sniper: The famous sniper riffle, pretty solid and good to use. Gas operated, rotating bolt, 10-rounds per magazine clip. Effective range of 800 meters. Muzzle velocity of around 830 m/s. It's a sniper, never easy to use

M4 Carbine: Assault riffle with useful variations but hard to adjust to. The M4 has selective fire options including semi-automatic and three-round burst (like the M16A2). Gas operated, rotating bolts. Rate of fire of 500-700 rounds per minute. 30 round magazine boxes

Berrett M82A2: A recoil-operated, semi-automatic anti-materiel rifle sniper riffle with the distinction of being the better know .50 Caliber riffle. It's used on vehicles, not on live targets. Recoil operated means the force of the recoil is used to cycle the ammo. It features the usual rotating bolt. Effective range of 1,800 meters, and a 10 round detachable magazine. Muzzle velocity of around 800 m/s

Beretta 92: A pretty popular semi automatic pistol (perhaps you'll know it better if I say Revy from Black Lagoon uses a pair, albeit modified). Feed system is a 20 box magazine in the case of the ones picked here. Gas operated, semi automatic.

Desert Eagle: One of the more famous hand guns with an easily recognizable name. Packs a punch in recoil. Magazine with 8 rounds each (dealing with the .41 magnum. If you want to make it the .50 for coolness factor, it's 7 per magazine). Gas operated, semi-automatic

That's about it)

"Philip is carrying ammo and guns as well. Meanwhile, Hughes is taking a look around the streets. He spots a few zombies in the distance stopped, unresponsive"

Hughes: Shit...we'd best hurry up...we can't exactly waste time here

"Billy is heading back to the car."

Billy: Much left?
Jay: Nah man, we got most of it.

Derald: Hmm such violent young fellows. I see..that's.

"Floyd, and Katrina come out the back, having stuffed the food into a freezer, Floyd takes it, and heads outside."

Katrina: Derald baby we got all the food let's get a moving
Derald: Aight, get in the car

"Floyd brings the freezer in the back of the RV, and Katrina gets in, the sound of moaning Zombies is heard.""

Derald: Damn Philly or whatever, where's your friend, we need to get moving, Katrina did you get the microwave?
Katrina: Yea.

"As he asks this, we suddenly hear gunshots coming from the front of the house. Philip grabs his handguns"

Philip: Start the car!

"He runs outside and finds Hughes fighting off zombies. Hughes is about to get attacked from behind when Philip fires a pair of rounds right into the zombie attack, hitting him in the head. The two get back to back and slowly retreat to the garage"

Philip: Well shit son I just saved your ass
Hughes: Shut it fag we need to move fast unless we wanna die here

"Derald makes his way into the RV, and starts it up, Floyd gets in as well, sitting by his mother."

Floyd: YO JAY BILLY GET IN THE RV!

"Hughes and Philip keep shotting at the zombies. Hughes is out of bullets in his magazine and ejects it, putting in the last one on him"

Hughes: Damn it! I'm almost out of ammo here
Philip: If we get to the car we'll be fine come on!

"Philip fires a couple of more shots at two zombies and opens a path, with both friends running and getting into the garage. Philip gets on the RV and Hughes covers the get away with more shots"

Hughes: EVERYONE IN YET!?

Derald: YES WERE DRIVING!

"Jay, and Billy rush in, as Derald begins driving the RV, exiting the Garage, moving out into the streets, which are beomcing filled with Zombies"

Katrina: OH Jesus! Protect us!
Floyd: Man shoot them bullets!

Billy: And you said there wasn't many of them out here...

Floyd: My daddy don't lie!
Derald: They must have come when I reeved up the engine for the RV! They were barely any out here,

"He drives forward, slamming into Zombies, as he make his way out of the neighborhood."

Jay: At least they can't stop this big vehicle.
Billy: Yeah, plow those fuckers down.

Derald: YEA! This just like that video game Grand THeft Auto 4
Floyd: dad, man aight..that ain't cool, you playin games now?
Derald: I'm retired, what you want me to do?

"Hughes and Philip both sigh with relief"

Hughes: That...was...close
Philip: Agreed...

Billy: Ah don't be wusses you two. We made it, simple as that.

Derald: We ain't done a god damn thang, we need to get out to the coutnry, less people, plus we can grow our own food out there.
Katrina: Derry watch you mouth!
Derald: SOrry, Floyd turn on the GPS, yall should get something to eat.

"Floyd got the GPS, and went over to Derald, while Katrina took ous the chicken wings from the freezer."

Katrina: Eat up boys, there's plenty, I made lots, but don't eat too many now, we need these to last us.