The groggy morning (Husher01)(Spice01)

Husher gladly accepts the help with the flowers, muttering how he dont know shit about shit when it comes to flowers

"Here puppy puppy puppy...." he says quietly, blasting a hole through the bitches remaining eye.

"Cant worry about the froth now, just follow me and stick to my six. These mongrels er gonna try to surround us, and rip our spines out."

Husher advances at a light jog, blasting every mongrel he can. Shrinking the distance between himself and the Big Dog "Reach into my right lowest pocket. Youll find a grenade or two. Grab it and throw it into their flank, itll scare the SHIT outa them" He says over the CH CH CH of his silenced boomstick.

Spice Tries to dart around Husher to drive her sword into the lead bitch, but Husher is quick for a guy of his build, and charges straight on ahead of her.

Husher Blows a hole through the charging bitch's rotting eye socket, and the force of the shotgun shrapnel blows her sordid head to pieces, her parasite infested body crumpling up in the black dirt at his feet with a thud, the grean foam spurting straight from her neck mixing with the black arterial blood. He hops over the corpse and into the fray, blasting the dogs that get in his way. The beasts seem to have forgotten about their safety and are charging in at you directly. You tag them with your blaster as they come, hitting one with this shot and two with that. Near as you can tell you've killed at least 4 of 'em and put a couple others seriously out of comission. You've gotten hit with a couple of their dirty claws (2 harm+1 for it being a small gang, -1 for seize by force, -2 for armor=0 harm, but I get to make the harm move).

Spice, a bit bewildered by Husher's control of the situation, Tries to close the gap and keep on his 6 as he'd instructed, but dogs had already closed the distance. She goes to slice through one of the beasts, but an eager pup sinks his teeth into her shoulder from behind. The pain is blinding and the green foam starts to bubble and burn at her wound almost immediately. (2 harm +1 for it being a small gang=3 harm, plus I get to make the harm move.)

The dogs that are left lurch and stagger, some of them nudging at their mates or siblings torn asunder by Husher. There's about half of them still standing, plus the big guy. The bitches and pups drag themselves away from Husher to lick their wounds in pain and fear. The morning sun glitters and flicks just over the tip of the dunes, the alpha huffing and foaming angrily in their shade. Husher steps into the shade to block out the sun, putting about 15 feet between himself and the crazed beast.

Harm move for Husher:
2d6

Husher, you lose track of Spice in the fray. Being bloodcrazed, you don't even hear her scream when the teeth sink into her flesh.

Harm move for Spice:
2d6+3

Spice, it's worse than it seemed. Take an additional one harm (for a total of 4, putting you at 10 on the countdown clock)

Spice does all she can to avoid the ravages of the vicious pack, using her natural grace to dodge in and out of reach. She takes special care to avoid their crushing jaws and the painful burning she well knows comes from their caustic saliva. Shouting out to Husher in desperation as her blood spurts from the parts of her massive wound not cauterized by horrific acid burns.

Husher stares at the infected alpha, taking deep breaths of the hot heavy air. A smirk tugs at one corner of his thin cracked lips. His left eye twitches slightly but regularly. His clothes are dotted red and black and flecked with some of the green from whatevers infecting these monsters. A part of Husher hears Spice calling for his help, but the larger part of him instead is locked onto his target, the only thing he is aware of while a white noise begins to encroach into his hearing, and flashes of various other things he has pointed deadly weapons at do a macabre dance behind his eyes. A bear...The three men who raped Francine to death...a child with a knife...a wounded woman begging for death...all of these and many many nameless and faceless men who he has shot, stabbed, beaten, or exploded flash through Husher in a moment, and then clear.

Husher knows. He has to end this now. He has to kill everything with four legs in his vacinity, and most of all, he needs to kill this monstrous animal that is staring his eyes. And Husher knows that the animal knows Husher is thinking this. Kill this thing. Kill the stragglers. Go home. Drink....

With a sudden and guttural howl of rage and fury Husher explodes forward and begins to pull Fannies trigger

Husher, you squeeze Francine's trigger and the shell lodges direct into the massive head of the beast. You can see it burrowed halfway into his flesh, stopped from going any further by his thick skull. He roars and snarls and barrels toward you. You try to dodge, but he catches you with his shoulder, slamming you hard into the ground, and he drives one of his massive paws down onto your stomach, one claw manages to find a gap in the metal stripping of your duster (3-harm minus your 2 armor for 1-harm)

He moves to kill, his teeth heading straight for your throat. You wedge the muzzle of your shotgun right under his jaw, into the fleshy part between the bone, and release shot. His skull stops it again, but this time from the inside. He stands for a moment, already dead, but his body hasn't gotten the memo. Blood and brain start to ooze from his maw, mingling with the green foam, and you push him off of you hard into the dust before the concoction drips on your face.

You stand up slowly, your breath heavy, and you kick the carcass hard. You look out at the rest of the pack and cock your gun, although that was the last shot shell in the chamber. The dogs that can still move all run for the hills, with no Alpha to back them up. The ones that are dying are trying to follow their family, dragging their entrails through the black sand.

You look down and finally notice Spice, a hideous green wound pulsating in her right shoulder.