j noticed the only cracker and said "Naah, ah don't need it. Got my fat with me," and poke his belly with his hoof, that slightly wobbled like jello a bit. "which is starting to turn smaller. Celestia damn it! Where can I put this drill!?!" said while poking the drill around the bucket.
"Well, eat up, Haze." Fire said, "Also, if we're heading into town tomorrow, we'll need a plan of some sort." He walked to a wooden table on the other side of the room and picked up a map of the town. "This'll be our first venture into town and we have no idea what to expect, so we'll need to be smart about this."
J, still having the bucket and drill in his magic, walked towards the map and analysed it, "Well, we must obviously must avoid making noise, since that may attract more of them. Plus, the buildings might be infested with zombies, so we must be very careful if we need to enter them. On a side note, we might use anything we can use as a weapon to save bullets, in mine and Fire's case." and then he perforated the top of bucket with the drill and J got and idea. Pulling the tape near him he started to place tape on top of the drill with an X pattern. A devious face got him and went towards the balcony and puled from a nearby corpse its head. He placed the head inside of the bucket and turned on the drill. The drill started to perforate the skull as pieces of bone and flesh were showering inside of the bucket. The drill stopped and the head had a wide gap in it. J gave an evil laugh as he showed the result to his companions. "Hehe...."
"Well, I have an idea that is relatively safe for everypony," Fire began, "Haze and I, being Pegasi, could fly into town and into the windows of buildings to gather supplies while you stay back and hold up the fort. The ground would be a pretty dangerous place to be and the infected are too dumb to know how to fly."
Returning to Fire he said "Hhhmmm, okay, just be careful you two. And if you find anything useful for me to make weapons bring 'em to me. If you want, you could take my Drill Bucket in case something bad happens." he said while checking the custom weapon. (I hope ya'll see what I did there.)
(Yus. It's just that when ya'll mentioned the slow and dumb zombies, i quickly got those type of zombies in my head. Mind if I use the custom weapons here?)
(I guess, but you're gonna have to introduce your character in a logical way, not just, 'Hey guys! I was here the whole time!')
(Sure thing! ^^) (Windborne Wake is my character... is there somewhere I should post him? Or just let you guys get to know him?) Windborne didn't mind fighting his way through hordes of zombies. He also didn't mind heroically trudging onward and looking desperately for a place to take cover, or stealthily evading the detection of the idiotic brainless reanimations. It was the fact that nopony was there to watch him do all of that that irked him. Having recently evaded another bunch of about three zombies (He would have smashed them to pieces, but he was exhausted), he wandered about looking for shelter. He realized suddenly that he hadn't seen any zombies around for a while now. He also noted the field of diseased-looking corpses, not moving. What did that mean? That meant either there was a zombie Civil War going on that he didn't know about, or that there were other ponies around here that weren't infected. And more importantly, they would appreciate his showmanship. Zombies were quite a tough crowd, unsurprisingly. Wandering until he found an abandoned-looking building, he tried the door. Locked. Huh. Well, he wasn't about to let a little thing like a locked door stop him from having an audience. He never had before. He looked around for a window of some sort. None. Well, perhaps there was somepony inside. He knocked, making sure he used his magic to flutter his cape. Exhausted he might be, but he needed to conserve his image. Besides, a lone warrior showing up at a door post-apocolypse was so dramatic he couldn't resist.
(You know what time it is kids?! Story line error fixing (or something like that) time! 1. The field the bunker's in is currently void of zombie life. 2. Would it honestly make any sense to leave a door unlocked and open during a zombie apocalypse?)
Windborne frowned. Did zombies knock? He'd never heard of such a thing, but ah well. "Windborne Wake!" he called back, keeping his cape a-fluttering with the slight breeze he was calling up. Ah, he never got tired of that name.
Firebreeze walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. "Welcome to 'Fort Sanction', friend." Fire said with a smile, "Nice cape, by the way. Come on in."
"Thank you," said Windborne as he walked in. Whether it was for the complement or for the welcome, he didn't specify. "So I assume you fellows have some sort of food in here? I hate to ask, for a mooch I am not, but I am positively starving." He spoke with a certain, strange eloquence that managed to sound dramatic, corny, intelligent and confident at the same time. His accent was undiscernable, but seemed to add to the dramatic effect somehow.
"Actually, we're out of food. We're planning a search of town for any supplies we can get our hooves on." Fire replied, walking back over to the map, "The plan right now is that the pegasi will go into town while our unicorn friend, J, here will watch the bunker and make sure no zombies get in."
J noticed the new pony, but didn't said nothing, he only waved his hoof when Fire mentioned his name. He then started to reload his shotgun with the last shells he had.
