>>6104976You (4) activate all the gadgets and gizmos and pull all the knobs. Apart from.the missing door, everything works, and especially the noise bright stuff. The things that make lots of noise and draw tons of attention, those things are great. This ambulance is just ACE at drawing attention and the focus of all the ghouls that can see or hear, or move with the crowd.
You get the truck moving, and up to about 35, bumbling ghouls not withstanding. Though the engine doesn't sound great, and you didn't have time to check the fluids or the fuel level, it sounds, for the moment, to be running normally. You make it down a block of Rankin, swerving and avoiding the masses of ghouls too thick to simply crush, and content your self with merely clipping a few here, a straggler there. They all get crushed or maimed, and you don't even bother to count them off (9).
You shout over your shoulder, and explain yourself, your Ideas, your views on the trade deficit, your choice in hair affixatives.
Deciding this is not nearly enough, you turn your head right around for (7) whole seconds while barrelling down the unlit street and ask them about themselves.
>what's the idea? You a bunch of thrill seekers? Eh? Where's all them bullet come from, you maken em? You a couple er, Many factereers?The two, men reply something in the dim lighting. You see them feeding cartidges into magazines and drums. One of them sprays a bottle into the large rifle, a synthetic furnitured RPK with a bypod and several drums which are piled into a bag heavy duffle bag. The other man pulls steel cartridges from a us pattern can and loads the drums mechanically. Next to him you see a canvas satchel of his own and small polymer magazine for a .22 target rifle. An odd contrast, these two.
>I'm Ray,Says a nearly toothless man cleaning up the RPK. To look at his face, he is so wirey and scrawny you wonder how he manages to haul the gun around, he must be 60. His voice sounds like he is in his forties, but is in fact 67, and he has, so he claims, 3 sons two daughters and 9 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. He reminds you of the old pictures you've seen of people from the depression, and yet he seems much younger, while looking older. He smokes and drinks, obviously, and talks like he is from the midwest, but maybe not a traditional yankee. Ohio, possibly. His hands are perminently stained with paint and grease and you can only assume he has been this way for 30 years. He has blue eyes, and short cropped light grey hair.
>yes sir i'm Andy, i work the scope sir.His companion speaks. He is in his forties, childless, cuban patronage, very talkative, bouncing from one topic like a talk radio guest, yet very formal, overly formal in fact. It reminds you of jury duty with a defendent who insisted on representing himself at a pretrial hearing. He had a court lawyer, but kept breaking in with
>sir, I wish to correct the legalitude of this proceedingsYou'd guess he's from New Jersy.
>cont- 