RP: Stocking Characters: Jason, Spike, Katie Time/Date: just before midnight, August 11 Location: outside/stores/mall/etc Warnings/Rating: Language, tasers, guns. it's a party :) Summary: Jason is stocking because he drew the short straw Status: Complete
"So, great, now that you've got the dogs all riled up, you send some fresh meat out into the thick of them?" Jason arched a brow. "Why don't you send Katie? They wouldn't attack a girl."
"Think at this point they'll attack anything that moves that isn't one of them." Matt thrust the handle of the wagon toward Jason, a grin on his lips as he arched his brows. "Sam and I have a pool going ... whether or not you'll make it back alive from this one." He clapped Jason on the shoulder. "I win if you don't."
"Thanks, that's ... awesome, Matt, thanks." Jason had known things were going to get touchy once they started in on the more ... disturbing aspects of prisoner torture, but it hadn't really occurred to him to think that he was going to have to go out and stock the damn stores ... and that someone might be watching for one of them to make an appearance. After the videos Matt had just flashed around, Jason could only imagine some of the things the more violent residents would want to do to them.
He swiped the handgun from where it was resting on the table as he started to haul the wagon toward the surface. He glanced toward the hotel as he passed, trying to notice if any of the windows were lit up or not. More than that, he was looking to see if anyone was looking out. He wasn't supposed to shoot to kill, but he knew some of the prisoners had guns. And magic. And one was a trained assassin who had been documented taking out a small army of berserkers on her own. But that was fine. He knew how to use a gun. More than that, he knew how to abandon the cart and run like hell if he had to.
Jason knew they were supposedly keeping everyone in check, but they couldn't disable guns the way they could disable the magic. Well, he supposed they could, but no one had mentioned any tampering of the guns, so Jason was going to assume the guns could fire just fine. He was glad that Kevlar was part of his attire for these outings, but it didn't do much to protect his head if someone decided to hit him with a head-shot.
Very carefully, Jason started toward the store behind the gas station to begin the restocking there. He knew there was ammunition to be put out on the next stocking trip ... just to give everyone a fair shot at what they were going to unload.
He was also supposed to be stashing weapons in a few days for people to find and get some warning that they might need things like that.
Jason was making his own bets as to how many were going to survive if they let the berserkers - reavers, whatever - get into the building. It wasn't like the doors to the rooms were going to stop them. And there weren't exactly a lot of people who had any wide-range attacks.
It was going to be interesting, he thought. Very interesting. Matt, he knew, was very eagerly looking forward to some injuries. Maybe even some full-on carnage. Jason was wondering, now, if people were going to band together for it or not. He was betting not, at this point, but he'd been wrong before.
Humming a little, but still trying to keep an ear out for footsteps, Jason pushed open the door to the convenience store behind the gas station.