Utterly Mad

The Rescue Team
Marcus
You fire a few more rounds into the mouth of the monster, and the goop splatters open midway down its "neck", severing the mouth. It flops harmlessly against the turret of the tank. The hole that it left in the goop, however, is as alive as ever. A fleshy tendril, with something resembling a human hand at the end flies out of the hole, and tries to grab at you!

Perigrinium
You bark your orders, and Two-Paw buzzes in response. You fire three more shots down at the rapidly approaching horde. Three more mutants hit the pavement. Your gun blinks yellow, warning you that it's running low on charge.

Two-Paw whirs, charging up its next shot, and takes aim at the crowd coming from the south.

The Survivors
Waylon
You survey the area. There's not much out there, really. You do hear the clinking of a large number of cans a couple blocks to the west. Likely some mutant that had tripped one of your noise traps.

The Beach Buddies
Holland pulls the lever of the pod, and with a series of pops akin to some firecrackers, the glass shield is launched off the pod and lands a few feet away in the sand. Suddenly, cold air wraps itself around your legs as mist pours out from the pod. You can't quite tell what's inside, yet, but as the mist clears you get a look.

It's a woman.

She looks to be about in her mid 30's, dressed in a professional looking business suit complete with short-heeled boots and a short haircut. Her skin is light, and her hair is brunette. Her hands a small and delicate looking, and are even freshly manicured. Her face is overall feminine, with a soft jawline and bluish lips. Her eyes are closed, and there is frost on her eyelashes and in her hair. She doesn't appear to be breathing.

Try to get LoS on the mutant making the noise, and shoot it in its head. If LoS cannot be found, continue to do apartment guarding.

"Do you know CPR? If not..." He said glumly as he took off his helmet and clipped it to his waist. Holland was prepared to do CPR if no one else knew how to.

Rex would see a Human....he look as the 2 try to help her,if she was even alive that is,he needed too keep watch as his collarn beep and said "I will keep watch....is she alive?"he ask befor walking a little away from the two as he would raise his ears and snif the air keeping watch and making sure anything is around.

Marcus nods to the thing, looks like they'd reached an understanding.  He reloaded his revolver and gradually began to walk towards the mutants with an air of murder time.

He would wait til they were about 15 yards away before opening up on them, one bullet per creature.  He would aim for killing shots except the last one which he would attempt to delimb by blowing it's kneecap out.

(Got them crazy plans going Hibou.)

Just.Keep.Shooting.

The Survivors
The Beach Bonanza
((If you want to stop her in any of her actions in the post, feel free. Just say where you cut her off and what happened next.))
The woman speaks again, just barely audible. Her voice is raspy, and while her skin is cold her breath is feverishly hot. "I said..." her hand slowly moves into her coat pocket. "State your name... Rank... And reason for being... On this vessel." She whispers. With that, she pulls from her coat a silvery snub-nosed revolver and places the barrel gently against Holland's neck.

The Rooftop Bop
You ponder the philosophical meaning behind all this...

But all you find yourself thinking about is cheese.

The Rescue Team
Perigrinium
You lay into the trigger of your gun, missing the first shot, and the second, but manage to hit one mutant on its shoulder with the third. It keeps coming. Two-Paw walks up to your side and faces the oncoming group, and lets off another cannon shot. It blows one of the monsters into a huge blast of blood and bits. You no longer see a mutant, but a blood stain on the pavement. Pieces of bone, tissue, and gooey matter rain down on the monsters. Two other mutants are thrown to the ground by the explosion. An eyeball bounces off your helmet.

It looks like they're all about twenty yards away, now.

Marcus
You get your murder on. The revolver kicks with each shot, the sounds echoing through the abandoned street, and you let them off in rapid succession.
One. You miss. Damn.
Two. You hit one right in the breast, and the hole left in it is about the size of a baseball. It's left arm drops off and onto the ground, having nothing to hold on to. Blood and pus gushes out of the wound, and it stumbles to the ground, unable to continue.
Three. You miss completely, and the bullet ricochets off into the distance.
Four. Another miss.
Five. Critical! Your shot is placed so masterfully, so beautifully, that it blows through one mutant brain and slices through another just behind it. Both heads explode outwards, leaving small stumps of jaw and neck. They crumple to the ground.
Six. You fire, and hit one in the gut. The shot rips through it, spraying blood, and it's knocked to the ground, but it doesn't look dead.

"Where not on a vessel, please put the gun down." Aaron says, hand on his glock. His thumb is on the safety.