Chap 2: Drunk
"I wanna drive that big ass Oil Tanker, over there!" Carey chirped.
It was obvious that the alcohol was taking effect of Carey like candy to a baby.
"Carey, are you ok?" Alex sighed.
"Just fine," He stumbled, "I just need some driving to help the driving."
Fisher and Richard shot eachother a look, and Richard winked at Alex.
"Fine, you get in the truck, and Fisher will shoot while you drive." Richard said.
"Yeah!" Carey yelled, happy and dizzy.
Carey and Fisher went down the stairs, Carey with another brew in his hands.
"Why would you let him do that? He is going to alert a lot of zed with that noise." Alex whispered.
"Remember that this is a world with that 'Just Don't Give A Fuck' attitude. If we go and not do crazy shit, we will need other forms of release. And there aren't enough women to go around." Richard said, chuckling the whole way.
"Go fuck yourself." Alex said, on the verge of giggling herself.
"I'm just saying that this is the best way for them to have fun." He replied, a little lighter in tone.
They looked at Carey and Fisher as they climbed into the massive tanker. They looked happy and drunk, and as long as they weren't fucked up bleeding bastards, Richard and Alex let them go.
"You still got those TV dinners?" Richard asked.
"Yep. Why?" Alex asked.
"Think about it. Microwaves have alarms. You can activate it!" He laughed, and Alex threw a bottle at him.
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"This is a stick shift. I drive a stick!" Carey cried, happy at the fact he could drive the tanker.
"That's what she said." Fisher said.
"You're an asshole." Carey said.
"A funny asshole." Fisher chuckled.
Carey searched the tanker for the keys, and found them in the ignition. He turned the keys, and the truck roared to life.
"It works!" Carey yelled.
He floored the gas, thinking this thing was slow, but it went full speed. It connected with the grocery store with a crash, and the front of the store crumbled to a heap of rubble.
The screams of infected rushed into Carey's ears, and he looked to see Alex look over the crumbling ledge.
"RICHARD IS OUT! WE NEED TO HOLD HERE UNTIL HE RECOVERS…OH SHIT! HE'S BLEEDING!" She screamed.
"Shit! Damn me!" Carey yelled, remembering his Sniper Rifle was on the roof. He whipped out his Desert Eagle and leveled its iron sight.
Fisher looked in the back of the tanker's supply case, and nearly squealing like a little girl, pulled out a chargeable chainsaw.
"FUCK YES!" He cooed the chainsaw roaring to life.
"Fisher! Richards out! We need to hold out here till they stop coming!"
Fisher looked around and saw what looked like a mass of infected, and the hulk. A terrible roar came from the Hulk, and it charged at him full speed.
"Da fuck is that?" He cried, revving up his chainsaw.
The Hulk charged at Fisher, and Fisher, thinking of it as nothing, charged at it. A Mighty fist as large as a tire slugged Fisher and sent him flying into the tanker.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Alex screamed, firing at the behemoth.
Carey fired his hand gun, and his shots drew the huge ass things attention.
It reached into the seat area of the truck, and Carey moved back. He looked back to see that the things arm was stuck in the seat. Carey helped Fisher to his feet, and they moved far away from the tanker. The Hulk roared in frustration as it found itself stuck. Alex fired at the incoming infected.
Richard crawled to Fisher's AK-47, and sat up, looking over the edge. He saw the frustrated monster, and leveled the grenade launcher.
"Eat shit you big ass son of a bitch." He said as the grenade launcher fired a rifle grenade at the Oil Tanker, and the tanker exploded into a firestorm of angry infected and rotting limbs. The Hulk was embellished in fire as the fire consumed its flesh. The behemoth fell limp, and the infected stopped coming.
As the quiet set in, and the fear of the Hulk raging a campaign against them washed away, Fisher took a second to look at his injuries. He felt around his chest, and found that nothing major hurt. He stood and walked to the mass of metal and corpses.
Above, Alex helped Richard to his feet after the injuries he sustained from the crash. He was bleeding a little in the arm, but he was ok. Richard looked over the edge to see the load of destruction he released.
"What in the living fuck was that thing?" Carey yelled.
"Obviously it has problems." Alex joked.
"Well, it was stuck in that tanker, and it's as big as a tank, so it's suitable to call it a Tank." Fisher said.
Carey collapsed and started panting.
"How the fuck do we keep fighting shit like that?" He said.
"Well, we hope to fuck more shit like that don't show." Alex retorted, chuckling.
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CAREY TING
Height: 5'11
Weight: 167 Lbs.
Carey is a Taiwanese American, wearing blue khaki pants, a yellow long sleeved t-shirt, a green vest and some binoculars. He has that odd attitude toward everything and is very positive, but when push comes to shove, he can push. He is a wild card in the group's survival.
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Carey turned to look at the roof. Almost completely destroyed, and his sniper was under debris.
"Shit! My sniper is gone!" He whined.
Alex looked at the roof. More and more bricks fell, and made it nearly impossible to retrieve anything.
"We're stuck with side arms. Everyone has one, right?" She asked.
Fisher raised his chainsaw.
"Good here." Carey said.
"My handgun is fine, but its low on ammo." Richard said.
Alex unsheathed her Ninjato, a sleek ninja sword capable of cutting through entire trees.
"Lets go to the subway. I thought I said that earlier." Carey said, checking his clip.
They ventured a look to the subway, and its long dark halls.
They didn't know what it held, its vast secrets, or the dangers.