Bit Me: A story of the end of the world

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Do your guns really jam that often? It seems they have enough guns they can switch guns (which they have) so things shouldn't get too hot. IIRC they used shotgun then switched to rifle/back to shotgun again.
I would be very upset if I couldn't pick up any gun I own and not fire 200rds without a jam. (in a relativly short time) I would like to clean/lube them when possible but have gone 500 rds without maint in AR. Two day course 300 first day 200 second.
 
Jamming Guns???

Is my experience SO off in assuming that guns that are well maintained usually do not jam? While I have not added the detail of cleaning guns into the story I did that more for pacing and well it's not really that interesting... Not because these guys aren't cleaning their guns. I hope the characters come across as responsible gun owners in which case I'd hoped that:

Responsible Gun Owner = Cleans guns when has opportunity...

:scrutiny:
 
hrgrisso You could add that when they (aquire) the Mil/LEO weapons one of group inspects them and remarks. "Wow these are in like new condition and clean" Then during day when talking about what to do next have "gun guy" supervising the gals cleaning guns as guys load mags/visa/versa.
Maybe toss in a person making mistake about wrong ammo for gun for fun. (great way to build suspense) "he sees the biter moving to side and lines up and shoots the one and is empty as second comes running. KNOWING he has time he reloads but mag won't fit. " Just before he gets hit his wife blows it away with shotgun.
 
re: Jams

Sorry , didn't mean to cause a ruckass :uhoh:

I read enough gun forums that it seems there are 2 kinds of guns . Those that jam and those that are going to jam ;)

Guns sometimes jam . Not frequently , but occasionally .
In the case of our heroes , we have "the girls" , excited , inexperienced and hurredly reloading and ferrying ammo . Rounds can get reversed . Chances are they wouldn't know which rounds were for which magazine as there are several models of both rifle and handgun .
Stuff happens .

I mentioned suspense . Nothing more suspenseful in the zombie movies than a gun that jams when they are almost "on you" . :D

Not complaining . Just an observation .

Please carry on :)
 
Since everyone else is discussing whether guns will jam...

Hydrogen peroxide is contraindicated for a deep wound, such as a gunshot. Just FYI.
 
Hydrogen peroxide is contraindicated for a deep wound, such as a gunshot. Just FYI.

So, in this case, we need to ask ourselves, "What would Clint Eastwood do?" I think that the answer is, "Place gunpowder in the wound and then light it off so as to cauterize it."
 
i am sorry hrgrisso


but i think i speak for everybody when i say we need MOAR!!.

btw hr you have started a truly great story. you have quite a few fans and i understand things can come up that keeps you from posting. just wana thank you for sharing your imagination and hard work with all of us here
 
Patience

Thanks everyone for being patient. I'm still around and working on this but we're getting close to having the little guy and my wife has been dealing with a lot of physical issues. I'll hopefully be able to post more of Chapter 7 this evening but after that I may be taking a few weeks hiatus.
 
Family always comes first . Best wishes towards a safe delivery and good health to your wife and child !
 
Thanks for just keeping this going! Many of these stories never get finished but we can't wait to see what happens next.

Take care of your self and your family! They always come first.
 
Thanks everyone for being patient. I'm still around and working on this but we're getting close to having the little guy and my wife has been dealing with a lot of physical issues. I'll hopefully be able to post more of Chapter 7 this evening but after that I may be taking a few weeks hiatus.
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for those who missed the earlier post.
 
Chapter 7:Concluded

Gabe held the pedal down racing north from Why. Bubba and one of his daughters were sitting next to him, Bubba straddled his FAL across his lap, barrel out the window. In the back seat Seamus had his head against the window, Bubba’s other daughters and son were squeezed in between him and their mother.

“How long were they there Bubba?” Gabe asked.

“They’d been swinging by every day or so for a bit shooting a bit then running off again. More harassing than anything, they wouldn’t get very close.” He said.

Gabe nodded thinking of Ericson’s body and the knife. It reminded him a lot of the postal worker. “What the hell is going on!?” He caught himself, he hadn’t meant to say that outloud.

“What?” Bubba said.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, it’s nothing.” Gabe said.

They drove further. Bubba starred at him until they saw the sun peek over the hills. Glancing around he checked to make sure the kids had fallen asleep. In the back seat Seamus and their mother had passed out too.

“Now what are you thinking?”

Gabe stared at his brother for a moment and started talking as he turned the wheel to avoid a burnt Budweiser truck in the middle of the road. Passing through the smoke it stunk of rotting hopes and booze. He told Bubba about Ericson, about the postal worker, about the bugs. Then he told Bubba about his dream. About JJ. About how empty Maricopa was.

When he was done, Gabe licked his lips, closed his mouth and tried to hold everything back inside. He forced his eyes to stick to the yellow line getting brighter by the seconds instead of sneaking looks at his brother now staring at him deep in thought.

Finally bubba spoke. “Well I think there’s a lot going on and we won’t know too much.”

“What?” Gabe asked.

“We’re too close to this. We have seen the biters, you all saw giant bugs, people going crazy. It’s too much.”

Gabe thought about it for a minute. “Well so much for mom always saying you were the smart one!”

Gila bend was coming up close now. They were coming up on the last canal before town.

“What the hell is that?!” Bubba said.

Up ahead something standing in the road.

Gabe saw it too. He felt cold claws pulling at his chest, sweat beading at the back of his neck. A tremor twitched in his right leg. He scratched at it, pulling up his kilt to get at it.

“Please no. No!” Gabe yelled.

Everyone in the back seat started quivering waking up to the noise.

“What is it?!” Bubba asked.

“It’s the kid. The kid from my dream!” Gabe shouted!

The one thing Gabe hadn’t done was slow down. The truck was still speeding towards the teenage boy standing in the middle of the road.

Bubba reacted lifting himself to throw a leg over towards the brake and stomped on top of his brothers foot! The truck’s nose dipped to the pavement as the sudden deceleration and the back rose. Black smoke burned up from the road as the tires whined like ghouls.

Gabe wasn’t rational anymore. “NO! NO! NO! NO!” Over and over he chanted it like a prayer as the truck slide ever closer to the still figure.

Finally the truck stopped and Bubba reached over and pulled the gear stick into park. Inside the truck Gabe kept up his religious chant. “No! please no! No! Please no!”

Outside the truck, Martin Manuel lifted his head slowly. Tears had worked their way down his dusty face. His braided hair hung down his back. He adjusted the sling on his shoulder so his rifle hung more comfortably and he shook the dust from his denim jacket. His jeans were dusty and dirty. “I’ve been expecting you gringo. Your late!”
 
Thank You All

Hey everyone thank you so much for being patient with me. I've been working a lot of overtime (gotta pay for the kid somehow :D) and we're inducing on the 7th. Just wanted to apologize but as someone else said, family comes first. Thank you for the comments and the support. I will be finishing this but I've got a full plate. Thanks again and keep watching the skies, more to come.
 
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