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Nothing but Dead Air

We docked and stand in front of a pretty high house. The entrance was open and we stepped in. Inside, it was very bright, the light was on and there were only one or two zombies. Unfortunately, it had no door at it's back, so we headed for the roof. Upstairs we found a greenhouse with a big main-area and another area split off at the back. Windows and a door led to a kind of roof-terrace. We went to the area at the back. It was empty, just a few things were lying around. I checked that stuff and saw: You could build pipe-bombs and molotovs with it.
"I would say, we hold out here for a while. Louis, you and Francis come with me. We might find something useful in the apartments below us. Daniel, you could build the pipe-bombs and molotovs together with Zoey. We gonna need them. I guess, we should be back in one hour." After Bill said that, the guys went away. "Well, so... only you and me again?" asked Zoey. "Seems so." "Until they are back, we should 'get busy.'" Zoey came to me and moved one of her fingers over my shoulder. "I don't think, you want to do it, but we could have some... you know..." I didn't came further, she grabbed my head and kissed me. I was a bit surprised but had no problems with it. I liked it. My arms were placed on her hips and she put her arms over my shoulders. I pushed her against the table that was around her and bend over her. She left with her hands my shoulders and moved them to my trousers and inside of them. Still, our lips were together. Without to stop we laid on the table. Then I began slowly to unzip her jacket and she began to open my belt, my mouth didn't left hers yet.

Half an hour later we laid next to each other on the table. I touched her naked leg, moved slowly my hand up over her stomach to her bosom, laid my hand on her also naked shoulder and asked myself, if we really did that. At least, it made me feel good. "That was..." I wanted to say something but she put a finger on my mouth and smiled. "Don't destroy this moment..." Then Zoey stood up, stretched herself once and gave me my trousers and underwear. Then we were looking for her clothes – we threw them everywhere during the sexual drive – and began to put on our clothes again.
After we were clothed again, we set down on the table. Somehow I wanted to talk. "We shouldn't tell the guys, what we just did here." Zoey turned and laid her head on my lap. "Even it was great. If everything is over, we gonna repeat that, don't we?" "Sure, but more then once, trust me, Zoey. And now up and let's do what Bill ordered us to do. Or they gonna ask what we did here." Zoey set up and giggled. "You're probably right." She looked for the piece of pipes, bottles and other stuff while I put everything together. Of course, we were joking around during this.
Another half an hour later, the guys came back and got many things with them. Francis carried two bags with him and dropped everything on the table. "Merry Christmas." Zoey looked at the little hill. "Many stuff stolen? Let's see what we've now. Ammo, new uzis and shotguns, some first-aid-kits and HEY! Something to eat and a camping-cooker! We should really make something to eat, I am dying of hunger."
I build up the improvised kitchen put the beans into a pot. It was not that much, but at least we had something. And today, it was more worth then gold. "I hope you like it" I said and distributed the dishes. "If didn't eat any real food for two weeks, an old soup with beans feels like a whole dinner." "Don't tell me about it, Louis. Back in Vietnam, it was similar. But even THEN, beans out of the can didn't taste that good." "I hate beans." "But still, you eat them" I laughed. "I don't eat them, I terminate them." "We see it."
After we were done, we put everything in a corner and I climbed on the wall. "Hey, where did they come from?" "Who? Survivors?" Bill came to me. "Nope, zombies. Might smelled the food we cooked, all the time "survivor raw" has to be something they won't eat all the time."
Suddenly, we heard a noise above us. We looked up and saw a plane. It was about to land. "Seems the airport is still working." "The C-130 is a nice bird." "I hate planes."
The next target was set: The airport. Now we just need to reach it alive. We took our equipment – at least, we found or build enough. Zoey threw a pipe-bomb over the wall to clear up the greenhouse. On the roof-terrace, we could take a look over the city. "Last time, the city wasn't so much on fire. To the airport should be that way."Zoey pointed to the front, went over a small bridge of wooden planks and went to a small wall on the other side of the next roof. She leaned over it and sighted. I came to her and put one arm over her. "What's wrong?" "Ah, nothing. Just... this city was my home. And now it's filled with human-eating monsters and some random mutants." "Hey, everything will be fine again. And we still got us, that's better then nothing, isn't it?" I asked and kissed her on her cheek. "That's right. Come, we need to keep moving."
The apartment, we went through, was pretty chaotic. In the room, that used to be a living room, we climbed through a window on a metal roof. On the left, we could see the harbor, on the right was a ladder. "Up here, boys." "Ladies first" "Didn't you say that already once, Daniel?" asked Francis. Upstairs, we found what was left of a camp another survivor build, who seemed to hogged pistols. Now we got all two pistols again, then we jumped down one by one down. First Bill, Francis then Louis and me. But when Zoey was about to jump, a Smoker appeared behind her on a roof. "NO!" She screamed when the Smoker pulled her. "Shit, Zoey!" "Help!" I tried to get up again. "Now give me a hand!" yelled at the others. There I heard a Horde coming from the front. Louis and Bill went in position, Francis pushed me back up. "Help me, please!" She hang at the tongue of the Smoker, what was standing like on a shooting-range. After a few shots from my pistol and the Smoker left her. She felt with her butt on the ground and didn't came back up. "Wait, I'll help you." I gave her my hand. "How do I look?" "Beautiful, but now get down, hop hop."
The Horde downside was already dead, Francis waited at the door. Bill and Louis already went ahead and checked the rooms.
"There you are, I was worried for a moment." Zoey was only able to move limping, so Francis and me slowed down our speed. In the kitchen of the apartment, Bill and Louis were standing around. When Bill saw Zoey, he gave her some pills he found somewhere.
"What's up?" asked Francis. Louis pointed to a car, where a Boomer was running nearby. "Who cares? That thing get..." Francis draw his weapon when Bill pushed it down. "Stop it, Francis. If you shoot the Boomer, you set of the alarm of that car." "Whatever, won't be that bad." Before we could stop him, Francis killed the Boomer. The alarm went off and it seemed as if the gates of hell opened. Hundred of zombies came over the fences. "Great, Francis!" graped Bill. Instead of joining that dialogue, I tried to get rid of that Horde and threw a pipe-bomb to the left fence. "Louis, molotov at the right fence." The fire Louis started burned most of the zombies. Then I grabbed Bill, Louis did the same with Francis and we ran as fast as possible to the hotel on the other side of the street. Zoey closed the doors and limped to the saferoom where we were waiting for her. She was almost there but a Hunter attacked her. "FUCK!" I ran to her and wanted to help her. But the Horde broke through the door in the same moment. I could shove the Hunter but not help Zoey up, the Horde bet her. I tried my best to shove the zombies away or kill them instantly but it wasn't easy. The other also shot the Horde, who knows what happened if they didn't.
After a while, the Horde was gone and I could give Zoey my hand. "You're looking really bad. Without first-aid, you won't make it." I carried her into the saferoom and closed the door, then I took care about her wounds. In the background, Bill yelled at Francis in pure rage but I didn't noticed it really. "Thanks, I don't wanna know how often you saved my life until now." "I gave you a promise, forgot that?" "Of course not. And after what we two did in the greenhouse, I know you are very serious about that." "What have you done there?" Louis sneaked to us. "Oh, ahem... nothing special" answered Zoey. "I see... Bill, did you kill Francis now? Can we move on?" As answer came a grunt from Bill, then he came to us. You just needed to look at Francis to see, that Bill really took care of him.
Louis opened the door and we stepped into an area, which used to be a loading-bay. Through two gates on the left, we were able to get out again. "We should go back on the roof"suggested Francis, climbed over a hill of sand and jumped down on the other side of the fence that split the backyard into two. We followed and climbed at a fire-ladder up again. Unfortunately, we couldn't move far because the third level was blocked with furniture. Because there was no other choice, we went through a window into a bathroom, then into the floor. A molotov laid in the elevator, Louis took it. Checking the rooms, we just found a pipe-bomb and two bottles of pills. At the end of the floor where stairs to the next floor. We just could go into two rooms, the rest was blocked by debris. In on of the rooms, we could find something we really needed: weapons. We took the usual four M16 and single M1014 for Francis. Through a window we were able to go back on the roofs. A crane was here, separated by fences. We couldn't go further, the only door up here was locked. Zoey looked up. "There! When we lower that container, we can move on." "Gonna make a lot of noise, but we have no choice it seems" said Bill. I entered the crane while Bill and Louis places to gas-cans, which wear near the crane, in good places. "Get ready, the party's starting." Moments after I pulled the lever, the container began to come down. The noise it made couldn't be described and the squeaking of the rolls just killed my nerves. But nothing was as scary as the scream of the incoming Horde. Zoey already came to me into the cockpit and shot the cans. So most of the Zombies burned to death, still we fired at them.
After an felt hour – it was just about two minutes – was the container finally down. "Come on, guys. Else that plane flies without us" I said and jumped down from the crane, rushed around the fence and climbed on the container. At the upper end of the ladder, I stopped because in front of me, there was a Boomer. "Oh, crap." Before I could react, the Boomer vomit on me. "BAH!" Through the shock I left the ladder and shot the Boomer what caused it to explode and made me blind completely. "SHIT, GODDAMMIT!" The Horde came over the roof of the next building down. I couldn't see what was happening exactly, but I could hear it. Francis stood above me and shot everything, what was coming. After a few seconds, it was over and I started the second try to get up on the container. To prevent another accident like this, Bill checked nothing was near the container.
We followed some self-made bridges into a lawyer-office. "I hate lawyer. When are they gonna get done practicing law?" The one, who worked here before, owned a big amount of alcohol. And it seems, he – or another survivor – tried to make some molotovs with it. Not sure if they gonna work, we took them anyway. The only way further was another improvised bridge into another office-building. We just made a few steps in the new building when the earth began to shake and when I looked to the left, a Tank rolled toward us. Zoey threw a molotov on the Tank and I jumped behind the Theke to dodge the Tank. On the other side I began to shoot. Meanwhile, the Tank seemed to be interested at Francis and tried to punch him but missed him several times because Francis ran around him. Still, it was able to hit him once and burned out. Francis flew back and rolled over the floor – through the window. At first I thought he hand at the ledge but you couldn't see his hands, but at least you could hear him. "Goddammit, Francis!"said Louis while Bill went to the window and looked down. "If it's not such a big problem, it would be nice when you could help me back inside." Bill helped Francis back inside. "Boy, you scared us to shit" he said after Francis was back inside again. We went through a storage room for office-equipment – luckily, there was ammo, too – and went to the stairs. "We need to take the stairs. Sorry, Bill" said Zoey what made him angrily moan.
Because the way down to the ground-level was blocked by furnitures, we went through the next floor, what was filled with many of these office-cubes. To get an overview of this floor, I climbed on a desk. "Almost empty, I see five, maybe six zombies." We sneaked past them and reached other stairs. "More stairs, urgh..." mend Bill with a sigh. The next floor was build like the one before. This time, Louis climbed on a desk. He aimed with his M16, fired a single shot and killed the zombie he wanted to. "Clear."
As we reached the next stairs, I could hear a Smoker. Just at the moment I turned around to shoot it, it already grabbed Bill. All these pillars and walls blocked my view on the Smoker. I decided to beat the tongue in hope, it would break or fall off. And really: After I hit it, the tongue felt on the ground and Bill was free. He instantly got revenge on the Smoker by giving it a headshot.
"A Smoker and now even more stairs. You're a poor man, Bill" I said laughing when we went down the stairs. There was the lobby of this building with an exit to the streets, from where we could hear some crying. "Do you hear that witch? I gonna take her a bit more serious. Lights off" whispered Francis. The Witch was sitting on a car – what still got an active alarm. A very mean combination. So our group went over the street to a fence on the other side and entered a storage for rent. At the backside was a saferoom. Finally, we could go into one without trouble.

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Nothing but Dead Air

We docked and stand in front of a pretty high house. The entrance was open and we stepped in. Inside, it was very bright, the light was on and there were only one or two zombies. Unfortunately, it had no door at it's back, so we headed for the roof. Upstairs we found a greenhouse with a big main-area and another area split off at the back. Windows and a door led to a kind of roof-terrace. We went to the area at the back. It was empty, just a few things were lying around. I checked that stuff and saw: You could build pipe-bombs and molotovs with it.
"I would say, we hold out here for a while. Louis, you and Francis come with me. We might find something useful in the apartments below us. Daniel, you could build the pipe-bombs and molotovs together with Zoey. We gonna need them. I guess, we should be back in one hour." After Bill said that, the guys went away. "Well, so... only you and me again?" asked Zoey. "Seems so." "Until they are back, we should 'get busy.'" Zoey came to me and moved one of her fingers over my shoulder. "I don't think, you want to do it, but we could have some... you know..." I didn't came further, she grabbed my head and kissed me. I was a bit surprised but had no problems with it. I liked it. My arms were placed on her hips and she put her arms over my shoulders. I pushed her against the table that was around her and bend over her. She left with her hands my shoulders and moved them to my trousers and inside of them. Still, our lips were together. Without to stop we laid on the table. Then I began slowly to unzip her jacket and she began to open my belt, my mouth didn't left hers yet.

Half an hour later we laid next to each other on the table. I touched her naked leg, moved slowly my hand up over her stomach to her bosom, laid my hand on her also naked shoulder and asked myself, if we really did that. At least, it made me feel good. "That was..." I wanted to say something but she put a finger on my mouth and smiled. "Don't destroy this moment..." Then Zoey stood up, stretched herself once and gave me my trousers and underwear. Then we were looking for her clothes – we threw them everywhere during the sexual drive – and began to put on our clothes again.
After we were clothed again, we set down on the table. Somehow I wanted to talk. "We shouldn't tell the guys, what we just did here." Zoey turned and laid her head on my lap. "Even it was great. If everything is over, we gonna repeat that, don't we?" "Sure, but more then once, trust me, Zoey. And now up and let's do what Bill ordered us to do. Or they gonna ask what we did here." Zoey set up and giggled. "You're probably right." She looked for the piece of pipes, bottles and other stuff while I put everything together. Of course, we were joking around during this.
Another half an hour later, the guys came back and got many things with them. Francis carried two bags with him and dropped everything on the table. "Merry Christmas." Zoey looked at the little hill. "Many stuff stolen? Let's see what we've now. Ammo, new uzis and shotguns, some first-aid-kits and HEY! Something to eat and a camping-cooker! We should really make something to eat, I am dying of hunger."
I build up the improvised kitchen put the beans into a pot. It was not that much, but at least we had something. And today, it was more worth then gold. "I hope you like it" I said and distributed the dishes. "If didn't eat any real food for two weeks, an old soup with beans feels like a whole dinner." "Don't tell me about it, Louis. Back in Vietnam, it was similar. But even THEN, beans out of the can didn't taste that good." "I hate beans." "But still, you eat them" I laughed. "I don't eat them, I terminate them." "We see it."
After we were done, we put everything in a corner and I climbed on the wall. "Hey, where did they come from?" "Who? Survivors?" Bill came to me. "Nope, zombies. Might smelled the food we cooked, all the time "survivor raw" has to be something they won't eat all the time."
Suddenly, we heard a noise above us. We looked up and saw a plane. It was about to land. "Seems the airport is still working." "The C-130 is a nice bird." "I hate planes."
The next target was set: The airport. Now we just need to reach it alive. We took our equipment – at least, we found or build enough. Zoey threw a pipe-bomb over the wall to clear up the greenhouse. On the roof-terrace, we could take a look over the city. "Last time, the city wasn't so much on fire. To the airport should be that way."Zoey pointed to the front, went over a small bridge of wooden planks and went to a small wall on the other side of the next roof. She leaned over it and sighted. I came to her and put one arm over her. "What's wrong?" "Ah, nothing. Just... this city was my home. And now it's filled with human-eating monsters and some random mutants." "Hey, everything will be fine again. And we still got us, that's better then nothing, isn't it?" I asked and kissed her on her cheek. "That's right. Come, we need to keep moving."
The apartment, we went through, was pretty chaotic. In the room, that used to be a living room, we climbed through a window on a metal roof. On the left, we could see the harbor, on the right was a ladder. "Up here, boys." "Ladies first" "Didn't you say that already once, Daniel?" asked Francis. Upstairs, we found what was left of a camp another survivor build, who seemed to hogged pistols. Now we got all two pistols again, then we jumped down one by one down. First Bill, Francis then Louis and me. But when Zoey was about to jump, a Smoker appeared behind her on a roof. "NO!" She screamed when the Smoker pulled her. "Shit, Zoey!" "Help!" I tried to get up again. "Now give me a hand!" yelled at the others. There I heard a Horde coming from the front. Louis and Bill went in position, Francis pushed me back up. "Help me, please!" She hang at the tongue of the Smoker, what was standing like on a shooting-range. After a few shots from my pistol and the Smoker left her. She felt with her butt on the ground and didn't came back up. "Wait, I'll help you." I gave her my hand. "How do I look?" "Beautiful, but now get down, hop hop."
The Horde downside was already dead, Francis waited at the door. Bill and Louis already went ahead and checked the rooms.
"There you are, I was worried for a moment." Zoey was only able to move limping, so Francis and me slowed down our speed. In the kitchen of the apartment, Bill and Louis were standing around. When Bill saw Zoey, he gave her some pills he found somewhere.
"What's up?" asked Francis. Louis pointed to a car, where a Boomer was running nearby. "Who cares? That thing get..." Francis draw his weapon when Bill pushed it down. "Stop it, Francis. If you shoot the Boomer, you set of the alarm of that car." "Whatever, won't be that bad." Before we could stop him, Francis killed the Boomer. The alarm went off and it seemed as if the gates of hell opened. Hundred of zombies came over the fences. "Great, Francis!" graped Bill. Instead of joining that dialogue, I tried to get rid of that Horde and threw a pipe-bomb to the left fence. "Louis, molotov at the right fence." The fire Louis started burned most of the zombies. Then I grabbed Bill, Louis did the same with Francis and we ran as fast as possible to the hotel on the other side of the street. Zoey closed the doors and limped to the saferoom where we were waiting for her. She was almost there but a Hunter attacked her. "FUCK!" I ran to her and wanted to help her. But the Horde broke through the door in the same moment. I could shove the Hunter but not help Zoey up, the Horde bet her. I tried my best to shove the zombies away or kill them instantly but it wasn't easy. The other also shot the Horde, who knows what happened if they didn't.
After a while, the Horde was gone and I could give Zoey my hand. "You're looking really bad. Without first-aid, you won't make it." I carried her into the saferoom and closed the door, then I took care about her wounds. In the background, Bill yelled at Francis in pure rage but I didn't noticed it really. "Thanks, I don't wanna know how often you saved my life until now." "I gave you a promise, forgot that?" "Of course not. And after what we two did in the greenhouse, I know you are very serious about that." "What have you done there?" Louis sneaked to us. "Oh, ahem... nothing special" answered Zoey. "I see... Bill, did you kill Francis now? Can we move on?" As answer came a grunt from Bill, then he came to us. You just needed to look at Francis to see, that Bill really took care of him.
Louis opened the door and we stepped into an area, which used to be a loading-bay. Through two gates on the left, we were able to get out again. "We should go back on the roof"suggested Francis, climbed over a hill of sand and jumped down on the other side of the fence that split the backyard into two. We followed and climbed at a fire-ladder up again. Unfortunately, we couldn't move far because the third level was blocked with furniture. Because there was no other choice, we went through a window into a bathroom, then into the floor. A molotov laid in the elevator, Louis took it. Checking the rooms, we just found a pipe-bomb and two bottles of pills. At the end of the floor where stairs to the next floor. We just could go into two rooms, the rest was blocked by debris. In on of the rooms, we could find something we really needed: weapons. We took the usual four M16 and single M1014 for Francis. Through a window we were able to go back on the roofs. A crane was here, separated by fences. We couldn't go further, the only door up here was locked. Zoey looked up. "There! When we lower that container, we can move on." "Gonna make a lot of noise, but we have no choice it seems" said Bill. I entered the crane while Bill and Louis places to gas-cans, which wear near the crane, in good places. "Get ready, the party's starting." Moments after I pulled the lever, the container began to come down. The noise it made couldn't be described and the squeaking of the rolls just killed my nerves. But nothing was as scary as the scream of the incoming Horde. Zoey already came to me into the cockpit and shot the cans. So most of the Zombies burned to death, still we fired at them.
After an felt hour – it was just about two minutes – was the container finally down. "Come on, guys. Else that plane flies without us" I said and jumped down from the crane, rushed around the fence and climbed on the container. At the upper end of the ladder, I stopped because in front of me, there was a Boomer. "Oh, crap." Before I could react, the Boomer vomit on me. "BAH!" Through the shock I left the ladder and shot the Boomer what caused it to explode and made me blind completely. "SHIT, GODDAMMIT!" The Horde came over the roof of the next building down. I couldn't see what was happening exactly, but I could hear it. Francis stood above me and shot everything, what was coming. After a few seconds, it was over and I started the second try to get up on the container. To prevent another accident like this, Bill checked nothing was near the container.
We followed some self-made bridges into a lawyer-office. "I hate lawyer. When are they gonna get done practicing law?" The one, who worked here before, owned a big amount of alcohol. And it seems, he – or another survivor – tried to make some molotovs with it. Not sure if they gonna work, we took them anyway. The only way further was another improvised bridge into another office-building. We just made a few steps in the new building when the earth began to shake and when I looked to the left, a Tank rolled toward us. Zoey threw a molotov on the Tank and I jumped behind the Theke to dodge the Tank. On the other side I began to shoot. Meanwhile, the Tank seemed to be interested at Francis and tried to punch him but missed him several times because Francis ran around him. Still, it was able to hit him once and burned out. Francis flew back and rolled over the floor – through the window. At first I thought he hand at the ledge but you couldn't see his hands, but at least you could hear him. "Goddammit, Francis!"said Louis while Bill went to the window and looked down. "If it's not such a big problem, it would be nice when you could help me back inside." Bill helped Francis back inside. "Boy, you scared us to shit" he said after Francis was back inside again. We went through a storage room for office-equipment – luckily, there was ammo, too – and went to the stairs. "We need to take the stairs. Sorry, Bill" said Zoey what made him angrily moan.
Because the way down to the ground-level was blocked by furnitures, we went through the next floor, what was filled with many of these office-cubes. To get an overview of this floor, I climbed on a desk. "Almost empty, I see five, maybe six zombies." We sneaked past them and reached other stairs. "More stairs, urgh..." mend Bill with a sigh. The next floor was build like the one before. This time, Louis climbed on a desk. He aimed with his M16, fired a single shot and killed the zombie he wanted to. "Clear."
As we reached the next stairs, I could hear a Smoker. Just at the moment I turned around to shoot it, it already grabbed Bill. All these pillars and walls blocked my view on the Smoker. I decided to beat the tongue in hope, it would break or fall off. And really: After I hit it, the tongue felt on the ground and Bill was free. He instantly got revenge on the Smoker by giving it a headshot.
"A Smoker and now even more stairs. You're a poor man, Bill" I said laughing when we went down the stairs. There was the lobby of this building with an exit to the streets, from where we could hear some crying. "Do you hear that witch? I gonna take her a bit more serious. Lights off" whispered Francis. The Witch was sitting on a car – what still got an active alarm. A very mean combination. So our group went over the street to a fence on the other side and entered a storage for rent. At the backside was a saferoom. Finally, we could go into one without trouble.