Nightshift 42: Bill's Hardware

[ruthless_hunter]

[from here]Lockdown kicked the door to the hardware store down and barged in. There was already a zombie in here, a big one, who the bounty hunter guessed was the owner of the store. There were also two other zombies with him, so Lockdown was already outnumbered. But that had never stopped the bounty hunter

Comments

[ran_on_empty]

[From here.]

It took them a few minutes but it wasn't long before they reached the hardware store. To Sync's amusement he discovered the door had already been kicked in, but that didn't deter him from slipping in after making sure Dahlia was free from pursuit as well.

Of course, the first thing he managed to make out was a streak of spiky blond nearby, but it wasn't too hard to miss; after all, it looked as if Guy was making his way to the exit. Sync immediately slipped into the shadows, knowing that it wouldn't be hard to find Dahlia again considering her bright hair and ridiculous looking bag.

At first Sync reflexively reached for a nearby tool (in this case a hammer) and aimed it at the swordsman. However, it wasn't long before he caught sight of someone else nearby. Someone easier.

Trying his best not to laugh, Sync stretched his arm back and threw the hammer as hard as he could in Claude's general direction before ducking out of sight.

Who said he was supposed to act mature in this kind of situation?

[dahliahasthorns]

Okay, maneuvering around walking corpses, she was getting used to. But having to duck a hammer that Sync decide to toss at someone else, then watching him hide back in the shadows to giggle like a girl? ...what was this guy, five?

Dahlia rolled her eyes and gave him a dismissive handwave before continuing deeper into the store. It looked like most of those things were paying attention to the other patients, but she still had to whack a few of them to get to where she wanted. Saws... saws...

Really, she couldn't use just a skillet all day. She was a five foot, twenty-five year old woman with limited strength and stamina--she needed something easier on her.

Unlike some overly excited redhead nearby, Dollie was smart enough to go for the circular saws, not the chainsaws. They were more lightweight, easier to carry and, from her experience, the blades were easier to replace. But she didn't have enough room her bag for the extra blades and batteries with all the junk she put in there already, not to mention she'd need both her hands

[ran_on_empty]

What might've (or might not have) surprised Dahlia was that her guess about his age was a lot closer than she might've thought, but now wasn’t the time to divulge in the details. It was a shame he missed Claude's head; he would've liked to see Guy fret over his poor friend while fighting for his life, but it wasn't like the chance wouldn't spring up another time.

Now that Sync was feeling rather accomplished he silently slipped through the aisles in search of Dahlia, spotting her hair from the corner of his eye and quickly followed. He made sure to stay away from the other redhead that'd been slicing away at the monsters with a loud piece of fontech, quirking an eyebrow when there was no longer the threat of him being hacked away.

There certainly wasn't anything like that on Auldrant, but there were several things in this world he'd never seen before.

By the time Dahlia called out for him he was only a few feet away, eying at the tools that piqued her interest.

"What is it?"

[dahliahasthorns]

In the meantime it took for Sync to wander over, Dahlia had tore open the box to her new toy, quickly reading the instructions on just what to do. Ugh, she'd skim through the instructions on installing new batteries and blades when she had the time. Hmm... may as well take out her braids and tie her hair up so it didn't get in her way. And put on some safety glasses, while she was at it.

Oh, there he was.

She opened up her bag and made good dumping everything that she had already stashed inside of it onto the floor. "I don't have room for these. Take what you want." She had something more interesting to play with, now. Any extra blades or batteries just went into her now empty bag, accompanied by the instructions and an extra pair of glasses. Eh, the skillet could stay behind--it took too much energy to use.

[ran_on_empty]

Sync watched with an indifferent expression as Dahlia read the instruction manual for that bizarre piece of fontech. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but as long as it meant that she was pulling her own weight then that was all that mattered.

Yet he couldn't deny that he wasn't the least bit curious to see how it worked.

Noticing that Dahlia was now wearing a pair of protective glasses Sync thought it was best to do the same, picking up a pair for himself and pocketing another just in case he needed a spare. He graced his 'partner' with a slight scowl, stepping back as she haphazardly dumped all her knives on the floor.

"You called me over for that?" The God-General snorted, but he leaned forward anyway to scoop up 2 more steak knives, propping his other leg up on a nearby counter and began the process of securely tying them to his other shoe.

"Are you sure that's all you'll need?"

[dahliahasthorns]

Yes, that was all she called him over for. If he didn't like it, he could go back to throwing hammers at people. Useless brat.

Hm... Check the blade guard, set the blade depth... Start the engine aaaaand- Did these stupid things never stop coming?! Looks like she didn't need to go looking for any volunteers to test the saw out on.

It was crawling and pulled on her leg, trying to bite into her ankle. It looked like it had been a girl about Maya's age. Cute, or would be if she wasn't decaying, with long, black hair that fell out in clumps around her as she moved. Dahlia could imagine her eyes being brown under that thick film covering them. She probably had an adorable little smile and a penchant for burgers when she was living.

Dahlia put the saw to its skull and watched as the blade sunk in, spraying coagulated blood and puss as it did its job. The girl stopped moving soon after.

The hand attached to her ankle went limp and the redhead kicked it away, watching the display of pooling blood with disinterest. "It'll do."

[ran_on_empty]

Sync watched as Dahlia turned on her new weapon, wincing slightly when it suddenly roared to life but quickly covered it with a look of curiosity when she sunk the blade right into the nearest zombie. Even he was somewhat impressed at how easily it cut through the skull, but it quickly melted away, replaced with the exact same expression as Dahlia's once the initial shock passed.

"Don't expect me to carry anything for you," The God-General simply said before dodging to the side the moment one of the creatures tried to lunge at him from behind. He immediately spun around, driving his foot upward and impaling the creature right in the center of its forehead before it could even recover. It became limp almost instantly, crumpling to the ground once Sync pulled out and stepped out of the way.

"Let's get out of here."

[dahliahasthorns]

"Whatever." She slung her bag back over her shoulder, rolling her eyes for lack of having her hair down to flip. She didn't need him to hold anything for her.

New toy in hand, Dahlia made her way to the doors without much else to say. Anything that got in her way was getting a skull full of buzz saw. For the most part, though? She just stuck close to Sync and let him do the hard work. That's what he was there fore, anyway.

[Back to being pimps out here]