>>6049268>>6049233>>6049268>>6049233The garage, once used for oil changes and, light maintenance is now empty but for a large diesel truck, fitted with a container trailer and a small car intow behind it.
The truck is surrounded by supplies stacked in neat plastic bins.
>start packing these into the trailer, all the bins. Ill get the fuel reserves prepped.He indicates the pump stand, and barrels.
To the side you see a 40 foot storage container, with the doors open. Inside, as far back as you can see are chest high stacks of 50BMG ammunition cans, wall to wall. You lift the bins and pass them fireman style into the truck cargo.
Then the Merchant tells you to bring the first row of cans, and load them next.
You watch the truck springs compress after the first thirty cans are put in, and you still have half the row left. The cans are stuck in the floorboards, and wedged in between the men on the seats. You hope the air works, and thankfully it does, as the Merchant seals the storage container, makes another pass around the garage, and sits in the driver's seat starting the ignition.
As the roller door opens from a battery bank the ghouls stream into the garage bay, knocking over tables and trampling eachother as they crowd in on the truck doors and hood. The Merchant waits for them to clear out from in front before driving forward into the yard. Still, listening, you can hear the crunching and popping of limbs and torsos. The truck navigates the yard, swinging wide around the perimeter, and rolling slow to let the ghouls consilidate behind it, and then cuts for the opposite side to the exit, which the merchant opens and closes remotely.
>this process is much smoother when ive got electric fencing to keep them subdued. They'll tear everything up now.The moon is secluded in cloud cover as the gates close around the yard, and the ghouls overrun the entrance, swarming over the turn styles and, encompassing the facility in your wake.
