The Wanderers
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" Would they laugh because your a wuss?" Gio asked Connor while looking nervously over his shoulder at the Zepplin, " or because you're much worse?"
"Let's put it this way," Conner explained, "it's been five years since I've had to kill anyone to get my job done. Three since I've had to fire a shot. So yeah, cause I'm much worse." Pausing to keep with the group, he thought about what he'd said. "Not saying it's been three years since I've shot at all, though. I'd do target practice regularly to keep my skills up."
With silence as their only companion, the group reached the top of the first dune, sand only meagerly stopping their progress. H.W. seemed rather thrilled to be back in his element - the rough, hot desert. The sun was almost beneath the horizon now and the few hours they spent walking here would only be the first small step in this journey.
Unfortunately, it was at this time that the Zeppelin was nearly above them and decided to turn on it's searchlights. As the first rays of brilliant white light hit the group, the first guns fired. It felt as if the ground itself was moving as the dune was nearly demolished by the first shot, sending the team rolling down further into the desert
Unfortunately, it was at this time that the Zeppelin was nearly above them and decided to turn on it's searchlights. As the first rays of brilliant white light hit the group, the first guns fired. It felt as if the ground itself was moving as the dune was nearly demolished by the first shot, sending the team rolling down further into the desert
The rounds crashed into the sand. The crack of the guns followed by a solid thud as the bullets hit the dune. Beau had been shot at before and he liked it less this time. All he could do was to keep moving. He'd been more or less silent so far on the short time that they'd been outside the city walls and now all he could muster were some mumbled swears that were almost entirely nullified by the explosions that were going on all around. Beau broke his silence when he heard Connor asking no-one in particular if there were any ideas on what to do. "Just don't get shot!"
Rufus hit the ground hard, the air being forced out of his lungs from the collision at a bad angle. He dragged himself a few feet, before realising that he had lost his hat, spotting it a few meters away. "Mr Smith! What should we do! I know not what I should do in such an unfortunate situation!", Von Bernkastel shouted towards their leader as he clambered to his feet and ran after his hat, retrieving it before it could be blown away.
Shit, shit, shit, I've got to get out of here. Gio looked everywhere as he ran but he was right in in the middle of a circle of light, and beyond that the vast empty haven of the desert night. Dammit if only I had something that could turn of the lights, some sort of light-absorbing machine, wait.. He felt the stiff wood of the rifle on his back and he remebered Emmerson's words "Can't one of you just shoot it?". He slung it of his back, loaded it, released the safety and aimed at points of light on the Zepplin. He shot quickly, every mili-second he stood still was another moment for a gunner to get him in his sights. He was rewarded with a crack, and then on of the searchlights winked out in a fury of sparks. The illuminated area shrank and Gio resumed running.
" Shoot the searchlights! They aren't armored!" He shouted to the others while he nervously fit another cartridge into his rifle.
" Shoot the searchlights! They aren't armored!" He shouted to the others while he nervously fit another cartridge into his rifle.
You totally ruined my bestest idea ever. Now I hate you so much right now for ever.
But not really
But not really
Sjors hadn't spoken during the decending of the craft, only a lot of cursing while he struggled with the leather strap that held his rikkety rifle to his back. Clasps were never a good idea, he always managed to get them entangled. When he had cut through the strap with one of his better knives he had searched for a target. No use shooting the gunners, way too small of a target with this light. So he searched for a better target.
The lights.
He aimed at one of the spotlights and fired. The one on the right exploded and sprayed shattered glass and sparks everywhere. He looked around, bemused and saw...Gio? yell about shooting the lights. He grinned.
Good call, man. he thought while aiming at another light.
"Lucky thing, too," Conner replied, drawing his right pistol. "I heard some rumors about indestructible glass recently!" Kneeling down, he steadied his aim and took a shot. Miss, dammit! he thought. Holding his breath for a second, he fired again and took out another light.
Henry was on his knees, searching for something on the ground. He seemed to be panicking, digging around in the sand, until he pulled out his mask, which had fallen off during the attack and put it on again. "Ah, my face. Back in it's place..." he stood up and dusted himself off, before drawing his revolver.
It wasn't a fancy firearm. Just the most basic of revolvers. It was still rather large, though. Aiming carefully, he fired the 6 shots, managing to hit a few men on the board, causing one of them to fall out and hit the ground.
Almost by accident, one of his stray bullets hit a searchlight, shattering the glass and sending glass plummeting down to earth. The crew from inside was firing blindly, machine gun fire hitting the ground around their feet, or far away.
Finally, the blind ship decided to turn and run, the darkness, hopefully, covering it's escape.
It wasn't a fancy firearm. Just the most basic of revolvers. It was still rather large, though. Aiming carefully, he fired the 6 shots, managing to hit a few men on the board, causing one of them to fall out and hit the ground.
Almost by accident, one of his stray bullets hit a searchlight, shattering the glass and sending glass plummeting down to earth. The crew from inside was firing blindly, machine gun fire hitting the ground around their feet, or far away.
Finally, the blind ship decided to turn and run, the darkness, hopefully, covering it's escape.
Beau hadn't fired a shot at the zeppelin, he was too busy not being shot himself. Everyone else however, seemed to be loosing round after round and luckily for them it'd worked.
It was getting dark now and he knew that soon the temperature would start to drop rapidly very soon. "Well Smith, what we gonna do now?"
It was getting dark now and he knew that soon the temperature would start to drop rapidly very soon. "Well Smith, what we gonna do now?"
Smith was already next to the only fallen soldier, rummaging for supplies. He managed to plunder a backpack and a few bullets from the body. He stood up and tied the straps of the backpack around his belt, making another make-shift pack at his side.
"Well, it's rather simple. We're going to walk. When we can't walk anymore, we're going to set up camp and I'll give you the several sleeping bags I do have. Notably, they're of desert dweller make, so you'll survive the night in relative warmth. It's really quite fascinating the way they use a cow and pig carcasses to make these. Oh, but that's a story for another day."
"Well, it's rather simple. We're going to walk. When we can't walk anymore, we're going to set up camp and I'll give you the several sleeping bags I do have. Notably, they're of desert dweller make, so you'll survive the night in relative warmth. It's really quite fascinating the way they use a cow and pig carcasses to make these. Oh, but that's a story for another day."
"He, he, well it was your idea." Gio said to Emmerson. He kept watching the horizon nervously in case the zepplin returned. He looked over at H.W.
"Great more walking. Well the further we get away the less we have to worry about more Zepplins I guess."
"Great more walking. Well the further we get away the less we have to worry about more Zepplins I guess."
"Well, at least there shouldn't be too many clouds out, so we'll be able to see where we're going until we stop," Conner piped in, replacing his two spent bullets. As he walked, he pulled out his black shirt to wear over his tan one, as he wasn't ready for any kind of cooler weather. For years, he'd just curled up under a blanket when it got cold, never really needing a coat. Hindsight's a *****, he thought to himself.
Gio kept walking with everyone else, he felt somewhat more at ease around all these strangers after that episode, at the very least now they were bound by mutual trauma.
"You were right." Gio said to Connor, " You aren't rusty, a shot that far with pistol is not easy."
"You were right." Gio said to Connor, " You aren't rusty, a shot that far with pistol is not easy."