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[Spiny]

I wouldn't go in guns blazing.
If they can be that loud, there's most likely too many for three people to take on, even with that much weaponry, and even if Pommy's Pure Water works.
We'd probably suffocate from the stench of them burning and rotting anyway.

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE lowered his head.
"I'm pretty sure I could survive that, at least long enough to have a statue of you two commissioned."
MetMan.EXE started standing at attention.

[Tails Doll]

Pommy glanced at Exuro, and looked at the Zombidome Stadium. "Going in there is as smart as swimming in liquid garbage right now, and I don't care how long you can stay in there."

[Spiny]

I could barely make out that guy talking about attacking at night.
How about this:Cloaked guy, fire person, you can take on the dome if you can stand their funk, and take out as many as possible before backing out. Pommy and I can go warn someone of the horde that might remain.

[Tails Doll]

"I just hope the people in this rural place are safe. The horde may have already gotten some of them..."

[Exuro]

I'll take out as many as possible. Good thing I have Ol' Painful... I won't have to get too close to the stink. And if needed, I always have Mr. Death.

Exuro flourished his Sniper Rifle and started off towards the stadium.

[Spiny]

*As Exuro got closer, there were two zombies infront of the entrance in army uniforms. Suprisingly, they were still holding what was probably a standard issue pistols from when they were alive.
To add to the complexity, they were wearing helmets, meaning a headshot would be harder to pull off than normal.
These zombies were pretty frickin organized for only having afew brain cells.*

[Exuro]

No problem. Good thing I never leave home without a full arsenal of ammo.

Exuro began fishing around in his pockets and pulled out a box of armor-piercing .308-calibur ammunition, which he proceeded to load his rifle with.

[Spiny]

[b]*One of them slowly looked in Exuro's direction, not sure if it was a fellow flesh eater or a target.
He shouted out from afar, jerking his arm upward to aim.*
Namn?[b]

[Exuro]

Goodnight.

Exuro let loose two armor-piercing shots, each aimed for the heads of the guard zombies.

[Spiny]

*The zombie's heads jerked backwards as they slumped to the ground.*

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE started up his flamethrower.
"Who needs cooked flesh?"
MetMan.EXE did not know about rot, somehow.
(( Work with me here. ))

[Gilgamesh]

From a distance, several weapons lanced down towards the zombies, a good fifteen.

[Spiny]

*The ones that were struck in the head fell instantly.
The others just shrugged it off, looking around for who did it.*

[MetMan.EXE]

MetMan.EXE started burning the still redead ones.
"Bwahahahahaha ha ha ha..."
MetMan.EXE managed to not turn his flamethrower on the ones that are still alive.