Chainstory, yeah, we need one

[Lone Wolf]

Mark waited by the motorcycle, enjoying a smoke.

He heard a growl by then, which made him throw his cig away and raise his weapon towards the source.

[Starblader]

Elsewhere, Mark could hear in a near distance that mari has engaged in combat with something. Gunfire went off, and monstrous shrieks filled the dead air.

[Lone Wolf]

Mark grunted, taking out a grenade and throwing it as high as he could. He took the motorcycle, revved it up, and drove away from where he was, then stopped, swerving a bit, and aiming one-handed at the falling grenade...

" Eat shit! "

He fired, hitting the grenade in one bullet, which exploded and earned a dying roar. With that, Mark turned and drove towards the gunfight.

[Starblader]

Marisa was handling herself in the pickle that she found herself in. Monsters from all sides, having emerged from windows and doors in the surrounding buildings. To save bullets, she was mixing her martial arts training with her fire rounds. Progress was slim without mass-destructive weaponry.

[Lone Wolf]

Soon, Marisa heard the sound of a motorcycle heading straight towards her and the monsters...!

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Mark drove the motorcycle in one hand, having traded his motorcycle with his Desert Eagle. He knew from experience that the .45 bullets would go through some monsters with each fire.

" Hey, need a hand! " Mark yelled, firing two rounds in the monster masses.

[Starblader]

Marisa jumped on the motorcycle and fired wild rounds into the masses. She looked over her shoulder. "Help enough?"

[Lone Wolf]

(ack, totally not what I wanted to say! I wanted to put an ?, instead of a !. Oh well let's play)

" It's gettin' hard to drive while firin' Desert Eagle rounds! Shoot 'em while I run by! "

He drove around the monsters, letting Marisa fire.

[Starblader]

Marisa was rapidly running out of ammunition, however. As she fired, she called back to Mark, "Got any automatic rifles or something?"

[Lone Wolf]

" You're kind of leanin' on it, yanno?! "

His rifle was on his back, attached by a strap.

[Starblader]

After holstering her guns, Marisa unlatched the strap from his back and yanked it into her own arms. She aimed and fired the two-handed-large gun with a little clumsiness. She hit her marks nonetheless, thanks to the massive numbers.

"Fuckers," she mumbled. "There's no end to them!"

[Lone Wolf]

Mark had an idea. " Hey, Marisa! Put the rifle back on the strap and get the controls! "

He was smirking, though she couldn't see it.

[Starblader]

Marisa did as she was told and switched places with Mark. "You're the gunner now."

[Lone Wolf]

" Gunner? Nah. "

Mark produced his two last grenades, and brought them to his mouth, taking out the pins of the grenades with his teeth. He spat them away, and yelled: " LET'S GET OUTTA HERE! "

He then threw the grenades behind him.

[Starblader]

Marisa hit the gas and the bike roared into a deep acceleration. They sped through the streets, further into the eastern side.