Post by Redwave on Jun 20, 2007 10:02:45 GMT -5
A lone figure on a mountain bike rides up the street. The moniker "Redwave" is stitched into the back of his ski jacket. He stops by a Burnt out hatchback, and spots a corpse making a slow circuit of the cinema. Staying low, he reaches for his pistol...
And finds it missing.
4 blocks back, he had run into a rotter coming round a corner. The blow had knocked the zombie over and sent his pack flying. He must have lost his gun too...
*No going back. There must be more on my trail by now. Come on James, think!*
His knife wasn't an option, the blade was barely longer than his thumb. The tumble had left him with some cuts on his hands and knees, and should any infection get in there he was as good as gone.
But he did have a bike.
Picking it up, he ran for the Zed. It turned, and began to pace at him. Redwave rammed the bike into the zombie's chest. Face down, it began to squirm around, about to right itself. This was not to be, as a hiking boot met the undead skull and it shattered.
*Ok, now what?*
He spies the raised fire ladder. More work for the bike. He puts the handlebars into the bottom rung. Hauling himself up the bikes frame, he is able to get to the ladder. 2 minutes of awkward scrambling later, the bike is off the rung and at the balcony.
Redwave takes out a small dollar store pair of binoculars, and takes a look back in the direction he came. A small group of Zeds is on his scent. 5- no, 6 of them.
*I hope the person who turned on the lights has a weapon.*
He turns inside, to the warm glow of the fluorescent lights.
((OOC: What the hell, this might be fun.))
