Armandas quickly runs over to the corner of the cellar. There it was, a portable generator right in front of him. He quickly pulls out his ham radio, plugs it in the flips a switch on it. After a second or two, a light on the radio turned on. He tried going around on various channels, but all he got was static. "Shit... it has to be the reception down here but... fuck I'm gonna have to drag this generator up stairs aren't I"
Armandas finished dragging the generator up the cellar stairs, and let out a sigh All right just one more flight, then I should be ready to set up. There may not be anyone in the area who could receive a message, but hell it might be my only chance Slowly he dragged it up to a bedroom on the top floor, with the radio tucked under his arm. Pulling it across some of the clothes and other random stuff on the ground Armandas finishes pulling it over to a window which he opened seconds later. I REALLY hope his works He plugs the radio in, and places it on the window sill, and unfolds the antenna. "All right, let's gi- the fuck? The guy who owned this place had a t-shirt with some pink cartoon horse on it?"
Armandas continued his channel surfing. Come on, there has to be someone on some channel. Eventually, he picks up a transmission, unfortunately it was excruciating how much static there was. "He-o? Anyone t-e?" When hearing this, Armandas grabs the microphone "There is. Who are you." "Oh tha- -d, someone i- there." The voice was frantic, and Armandas was disturbed with some moaning in the background. "My n-me is -thony. Me and so- are holding ou- in a pos- -fice. Can y- get here?" "Yeah, I think I can." "Go- I have to go, ther- zombi-" After that the voice over the radio cut out, and it was silent for a minute or two. Armandas shoved his radio back into the backpack, then grabbed his other stuff, including a few cans and water bottles left behind. Since it was a little risky to stay and leave for the mourning, Armandas headed out immediately, having caught his breath. Using only a water tower in the distance, Armandas headed to the town
Why do I have a gut wrenching feeling I'll be to late
In reply to DaKillaKing, #1183: Armandas stops about a block away from them, for a breather. Well, there's the group from earlier I think. I don't were on speaking terms because of our misunderstanding earliar so- "Oh Shit!" A zombie appeared right in front of him, and in a panic Armandas kicks it then beats it to death with the butt of his R700. "I'll right, I don't need any other misunderstandings so just for a little look..." He unscrews the scope off his R700, then takes a look at the Ute
Crick silently tried to keep up, lagging a bit behind as he watched the vehicle peel out. He waved at the vehicle, but it was long gone by the time he could have attracted their attention. He lifted the M16A4 back up and began squeezing bursts off into anything he perceived a threat. His mind racing for any way of escape, scanning his surroundings for anything he could use for transportation. (Yes, i'm back after having my shit taken ;D it feels great to be back).