Oliver Madigan ![]()
He wasnât as disappointed as he thought he would be once the stone wall refused to budge. The prior maps hadnât really detailed what was beyond this, but it looked clear enough that it was another short cut to the hive, and that in itself was good enough.
Still, they tried. Oliver just laughed it off, making finger guns at Brutus, âYou absolutely adorable hunk of a child, I could have sworn I heard the door slid a bit when you joined. Well, no use in stopping. There are always alternatives.â
Essentially, Angelâs backup weapons. Even Oliver tried not to resort to this as it would prove that Angel did perhaps hold some decent skill with technology, but fine. They could discuss the specifics later.
He swung his backpack around to pull out two laser rifles, both designed differently with a cacophony of alien parts and whatever other scraps Angel got her hands on. Not to say that the results were stunning. If brute force wasnât working might as well go for just blasting a hole in the darn door. It wasnât like the zombies would complain about it.
Spinning again to study the others with him, Oliver settled on Aiden before tossing him the alternate rifle. âAnd I choose you. Stay a good distance from the wall, shoot at it 'till your heartâs content. Itâs like anger management, but it works.â
In the meantime, Rae could copy down or photographs the symbols on the door. Oliver didnât want to lose that information quite yet.


