Jonathan Pembersley, and Robert E. Lee Jessup smoke their cigarettes waiting to see who will join them.

The other range is only 500 some odd feet away and downhill......

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: There is no movement at the other range ]

OOC: I am going to assume that your only taking the items on your person and not the backpack provided to you. If you want to leave anything with the MRAP please note as such on your equipment sheet.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 1):

Lowering his binoculars J.P says "I'm not seeing any movement at the range or around the buildings." He puts his cigarette back in his mouth.

Rob takes a long last drag off his cigarette and then flips the smoldering butt out into the street. He takes point and starts walking slowly towards the other range.

"So Jon how are you enjoying America so far?"

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 3):

"Well lets see... the end of days scenario was not really expected, but the countryside is beautiful and if the locals were not so bitey it would be a lovely vacation." He has his automatic in his hand as they approach the range. J.P will stop for a minute and just watch the place and listen before trying to find a way in.

It only takes a few minutes for Jon and Robert to get to the range. In fact looking back they can see that the cargo truck still hasn't left the MRAP.

The 'parking lot' such as it is only has five vehicles in it. All look to be in decent shape with nothing being a derelict. The range itself sounds and looks deserted. There are only two 'buildings'. One is obviously a storage shed and is off to the right. The other is a squat, brown building.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 5):

Looking to Rob J.P asks "Lets clear the cars first, remember to look under them and then we can have a look at the buildings, sound O.K ?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Rob walks up to a pickup truck, out of habit as much as any other reason. Stopping about twenty feet away me crouches down to look under the vehicle and once satisfied there are no undead lurking he will try the doors. If they do not open he will bust the glass with the butt of his rifle. He will continue this pattern with all the vehicles J.P. Is not searching until finished or something interrupts the process. He will also make sure to try and find any spare keys hidden in the vehicles as well.

A search of the vehicles reveals that someone has already gone through them.  The doors, and gloves boxes, centerline boxes and trunks are open. No keys are found either.  The only item of note is a CB radio in the pick up truck Rob checks out.

"Well shit man these are all a bust. Let's hit that shed next."

Rob walks holding his rifle in tight keeping a sharp eye all around. As he walks towards the shed he says,

"You know the best places to really find good stuff at this point is gonna be out in the country. Them folks know how to survive and their larders will be stocked but their damn zombies so they don't need any of it. That's if we're lucky because out there with all this bullshit going on there will be a lot of people getting killed by each other as much as zombies.The meth heads wont take long before they start preying on folk.  These undead are a bitch don't get me wrong but my shitsack of a father taught me that people are the real monsters and many of them don't need much discomfort before they go bad. It's all a battle for resources now Jon... it's gonna be a savage world."

Rob looks a little worried as he speaks but once he's done he kind of grins as if excited by the prospect of a savage world.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:33, Fri 05 May 2017.