Final Stand
Quickly running to an isle you passed earlier, you pick up a few plastic lighter refillers. Making your way toward the barrels, you flip the lighter refillers plastic lids open and over turn them over the barrels. After a few swings of your arm back and forth, you throw all three lighter refillers into the central barrel.
Peering through the cracks between the barrels, you observe that the creature you had seen outside has caught sight of you. His ghoulish expression turns hungrily toward your midsection where you suspect he is dulled brain is imagining a dinnertime meal. A slight murmur escapes his lips.
"You know, everything tastes better cooked!" you exclaim as you pull out your Zippo from your back pocket. Flipping the Zippo open with a satisfying "Snitch!" you light the Zippo and toss it into the central barrel and back away quickly.
Soon the barrel bursts into flames. From the light provided by the flames, you can see that more of the vampire creatures have joined your hungry voyeur. Good you think, the more of um' that could blow with the barrels the better.
The flames licking at the other barrels, they all begin catching fire. The central barrel begins to whistle pings as the ammo inside starts to explode from the heat.
Realizing that things are about to get a little crazy, you back to the rear of the Rick's Guns. Pulling a couple of cheap flak jackets off the rack on the rear wall, you drop to the ground and take cover under the jackets.
An incredible "Sha-ka-Kaboom!!" rocks the building as the ammo inside the barrels reaches a critical heat mass. Carefully peaking outside of the flak jackets with ears ringing, you can see that where the front of Rick's guns once was is now a gaping flaming hole. In direct vicinity of what was once the front door a myriad of broken wood, window, and vampirish body parts litters the ground.
Standing, you smile and exclaim "That one was for the human race!!". It seems that some smiles were meant to fade however as you notice that although you may have blown some of the vampire creatures away, others are beginning to gather just on the other side of the flames. While you doubt what is left of their retarded brains may be able to comprehend that you're inside Rick's Guns, some primal instinct for your flesh draws them to you. Your mind flashes with the image of a wounded gazelle attempting to bound away from an advancing hyena pack.
To compound problems, the fire doesn't look like it is going to politely burn out; it is quickly consuming the rest of Rick's Guns like glutton at Thanksgiving Dinner.
What should you do?
Peering through the cracks between the barrels, you observe that the creature you had seen outside has caught sight of you. His ghoulish expression turns hungrily toward your midsection where you suspect he is dulled brain is imagining a dinnertime meal. A slight murmur escapes his lips.
"You know, everything tastes better cooked!" you exclaim as you pull out your Zippo from your back pocket. Flipping the Zippo open with a satisfying "Snitch!" you light the Zippo and toss it into the central barrel and back away quickly.
Soon the barrel bursts into flames. From the light provided by the flames, you can see that more of the vampire creatures have joined your hungry voyeur. Good you think, the more of um' that could blow with the barrels the better.
The flames licking at the other barrels, they all begin catching fire. The central barrel begins to whistle pings as the ammo inside starts to explode from the heat.
Realizing that things are about to get a little crazy, you back to the rear of the Rick's Guns. Pulling a couple of cheap flak jackets off the rack on the rear wall, you drop to the ground and take cover under the jackets.
An incredible "Sha-ka-Kaboom!!" rocks the building as the ammo inside the barrels reaches a critical heat mass. Carefully peaking outside of the flak jackets with ears ringing, you can see that where the front of Rick's guns once was is now a gaping flaming hole. In direct vicinity of what was once the front door a myriad of broken wood, window, and vampirish body parts litters the ground.
Standing, you smile and exclaim "That one was for the human race!!". It seems that some smiles were meant to fade however as you notice that although you may have blown some of the vampire creatures away, others are beginning to gather just on the other side of the flames. While you doubt what is left of their retarded brains may be able to comprehend that you're inside Rick's Guns, some primal instinct for your flesh draws them to you. Your mind flashes with the image of a wounded gazelle attempting to bound away from an advancing hyena pack.
To compound problems, the fire doesn't look like it is going to politely burn out; it is quickly consuming the rest of Rick's Guns like glutton at Thanksgiving Dinner.
What should you do?