Gaptooth Breach
A young blonde haired soldier stood guard on a watchtower. He looked through his binoculars for signs of the Undead. Several were wandering about in the vast desert of but they were too far away and too scarce in number to be worried about. But something caught his attention.
A man in a dark green Duster was staggering alont the road toward the mines. He didn't appear to be Undead, just badly injured. The soldier yelled to another who stood at the mine entrance. Several soldiers rushed to the road. several more climbed to higher vantage points. They all aimed for the road, and awaited the arrival of the stranger.
They stood as the man rounded the corner. Upon closer inspection he was covered in blood. and was limping. "Identify yourself!" one of the soldiers called. The figure merely groaned, a warning shot was fired however the character continued on his path, he then fell over. The soldiers sautiosly made their way towards the body. They turned him over and examined him under the light of a torch.
"It's Captain Miller." a soldier said. "He's still alive, get him to the medical tent. Two men picked him up and carried him over to a tent, whilst others kept their guns pointed at him, in case he were to turn.
At the tent he was laid out on a large table. the men examined his wounds, there were teeth marks in his shoulder, and a slash along his abdomen, he was also missing a finger. The men turned away to discuss the best option. They walked out of the tent. "He's probably not going to make it. I know he's our Captain but he's going to turn into one of them. Maybe we should just shoot him now."
"That's interesting. Who're you gonna shoot?" a voice came from behind them.
The men all turned to see that the Captain had rose to his feet. The teeth marks, and claw marks on his stomach had disappeared. "Sir." They all said in unison. "We thought you were one of them."
The Captain snorted, "Is there a clean uniform I can get?"
"Sir," one soldier said "In the mines sir."
The captain headed towards the entrance of the mines.
Most people believed there had been numerous people killed in the mines, and that they would be full of the Undead. However it was quite the opposite. The mines were completely free of the Undead. The lower levels served as accomodation for the survivors that made there way to the area.
As the Captain approached the main entrance to the mine, the moon was uncovered from a layer of cloud. The Captain stopped in his tracks, he began to convulse in pain. The soldiers stepped back and aimed their guns, preparing to fire they all tightened their fingers on the triggers of their guns. The Captain then stopped, and stood deathly still.
The young soldier in the watch watched the scene unfold. he wondered what was going on.
One of the soldiers that was with the Captain approached him. "Captain?" he asked. he lowered his gun and put his hand on the Captain's shoulder. The Captain then grabbed him and sank his teeth into his arm.
The soldiers began to open fire on the Captain who was seemingly unphased by the bullets . One by one he killed the men surrounding him. each one falling to the ground, and promptly getting back up again joinging the Captain in the slaughter.
The young soldier watched in horror as the men now stood with new life. They were not like the other Undead. They stood up straight and sounded as though they were speaking. The soldiers headed into the mine but the Captain remained behind for a moment. He walked back towards the medical tent, and put his bloodstained shirt and coat back on. He looked towards the watchtower. Suddenly with a burst of energy he ran, he scaled the side of a cliff with ease as though he were a cat climbing a tree. He then began to scale the tower by climbing the support posts. The young soldier stood in terror, as the Captain now stood with him.
He open fired but the Captain didn't even flinch. He grabbed the him and held him by the throat. "Stand to attention soldier. I'm giving you an order. And you will obey."
Fort Mercer
John was busy mixing herbs into one of the cauldrons, He requested every round of ammunition in the fort to be brought to him. All the bullets were lying in a large pile beside him. After several minutes he began to dip bullets into the mixture, and pull them out, leaving them to dry. "Okay listen up. I want everyone to use these bullets, they'll kill those Undead Sons of Bitches easier. You won't have to shoot for the head, you just have to hit them." He then began to pour the liquid into bottles and jars, so he could use it on any other bullets he picked up later.
The Mother Superior and the Gypsy were trying to think of other ways to improve the efficiany of the weapons. Riain had requested that they bless his blades, with Holy Water, after being advised to do so by John.
Jack was loading a several Shotguns full of shells. He thought they would be a valuble asset. He heard footsteps, he looked up to see Javier and Irish walking towards him
"Jack we neeed your help with something." Irish began.
Jack held the breech loader Double-Barrell Shotgun in the Crook of his arm. "Okay. What?"
"We have the Gatling Gun and we were hoping to attatch it to your Father's Stagecoach. " Javier said enthusiastically.
Jack Closed the shotgun causing Javier to Shudder. "Is this your way of trying to make up for what you did? You left him to die." Jack snarled. Javier seemed to shrink several inches.
"That's enough Boy." Jack turned to see John in the door way. He walked towards the group. "Where's this gun Irish."
"It's down in a secret room underneath a trap door. I hid it here 'coz I thought I could keep it for a rainy day. I'll show you." John followed Irish out of the room, Javier followed them closely. Leaving Jack on his own. Put the Shotgun into a large trunk. It was lined with Weapons. There was a large variety of weapons.
Revolvers, Pistols, Shotguns, Rifles, Knives, Tomohawks, Dynamite, Molotov Cocktails. Some of his weapons were on him at all times. He kept twin revolvers on his leg holsters, a Mauser was kept in a holster kept under his left arm, and a Colt M1911 was kept under the other arm. He had a Volcanic Pistol tucked into the side of his boot, His Bowie Knife was kept in a sheath next to his satchel which was stocked with several pieces of Dynamite. He was also carrying Riain's Claymore, which he had taken a liking to.
Jack closed the trunk and picked it up. he headed towards the door and walked towars the Stagecoach. John and Irish were securing the Gatling Gun to the roof of the stagecoach, Javier was standing inside poking his head out through a hatch in the roof. Jack set the trunk on the back panel with John's and latched it on.
Bonnie and Cathy were sitting at a table loading weapons, Bonnie having volunteered them for the Job. Cathy was showing a fair amount of efficiency, loading each weapon quicker than the last. "Wow, you sure know what you're doing." Bonnie commented.
"My Father was in the army. He tought me to use weapons after my mother he died." Cathy said. "He always said it was necessary to learn these things. I didn't have much of a childhood."
"I'm sorry. If it makes you feel better I know what it feels like to lose family. I lost my parents and most of my brothers." Bonnie noticed that Cathy's eyes were not focused on her work.
Her eyes crossed the courtyard to where Jack was standing, He was speaking to Riain, Jack turned to look her direction. She quickly turned her head again.
Bonnie gave a small laugh "You've taken quite a liking to Jack Huh?"
She did not answer. She merely blushed.
John Stood on the wall. He looked at the sun. They had spent the entire day preparing to leave, John had also tried to better control the Power of the Horses. Since his resurection he was experiencing some very stange phenomena. His eyesight had improved to a massive degree. He lifted a pistol and aimed into the air and pulled the trigger. He saw a bird falling to the ground, he considered this shot to be impressive considering the bird appeared to be about five miles away. He was much stronger, he had earlier lifted the Gatling Gun with one arm. The gypsy had been right, John did have a degree of power, but didn't quite know the extent of it. He looked towards a torch, the flame was nearly extinguished, He flexed his fingers, causing it to burst back to life. "This could get a while to get used to." He looked down into the courtyard "Everybody listen up." The entire Fort turned their attention to John. Since his arrival everybody seemed to see him as being in charge, due to his knowledge of the Undead and the stories that had been told of him before his arrival. "Everybody who volunteered to help get a good night's sleep. "We leave at Dawn." John then walked walked down the stairs to the courtyard and sat with his stagecoach, He examined his weapons. Tommorrow was going to be a long day.