IC: Dao-Ming 'Sally' Leong Outlying Suburb, Austin TX "Son of a -- " Sally cursed loudly, the shrieking from her engine must have been the timing belt, white smoke rising from under her hood. There must have been a series of failures, the car stopped suddenly with everything locking up and Sally hit the horn with her forehead. Sticking in place, the sound wouldn't die any time soon. White smoke surrounded the car with the smell of burnt rubber. Now, all eyes on her. Well, maybe they couldn't see very well but, they knew she was here now. Damn feeders, kicking open the door she grabbed her pack and put it on, neglecting the buckle across the chest. Grabbing her weapon from the passenger seat she smacked the bottom of the magazine and racked the charging handle. Switching the safety to semi and sending a pair of rounds into the face of the legless feeder in front of her. The bullets shattering inside, a huge exit wound blowing out the back of it's skull. Coughing a bit from the smoke, she was well outnumbered. Clambering on to the top of the SUV and taking a knee, she saw another feeder stumble over the curb, a... Mailman? These are strange times, Sally thought sarcastically as she took aim switching to burst, sending three into it's face. Only one bullet exited, through it's mouth and out the back of it's neck. The force knocking his head askew, his rotted flesh, weakened bones and joints snapping. It stumbled for a moment before walking onward, stumbling side to side it slowly approached her. A weird gasping moan coming from it's slack jawed mouth. Switching her carbine to semi and sending a round into it's knee, it collapsed and writhed a bit trying to regain it's footing and crawling forward. Another round into the top of it's head finally destroyed enough of it's nerves to leave it in a twitching heap on the side of the road. But there were more of them... Shambling down the street towards her. Great, just great. Fortunately her weapon was silenced, but to senselessly use ammunition was a stupid mistake. One Sally didn't intend on making. Explosives would draw more attention, but might not be a bad idea... Taking aim at the closest feeder, wearing a tattered cheap suit, was probably a bus bench lawyer. Sending a pair into it's eye and forehead, creating a large exit wound, it fell back dead for good this time. More came still, 21 left rounds in this magazine, she thought. With four full ones left in her belt's puches. She still contemplated pulling out a pipe bomb and tossing it up the street to be remotely detonated, in case more came. TAGS: spycoder9, greyjedi125 OOC: Side note she's a left handed shooter, so just imagine the detonator's pouch on the right shoulder strap instead. The magazine pouches still on the left side of her belt. Made an oversight with the character design there.