Post by Redwave on Jun 20, 2007 17:56:54 GMT -5
"What the Hell? How many people are in here anyway? Damn, that music is gonna bring everything for 5 blocks down on us. If only we had the time to move that car outside up against the doors. They'd never get in here."
He turns to Lach.
"I suppose we could've met under better circumstances. Name's James McCullough, but my friends call me Redwave. Sorry 'bout the Zoms coming up the road, I think they came with me.
I'm apologise. I don't have the time to exchange pleasantries, but I need to find something deadly, and snack food isn't going to cut it right now."
Redwave began to look through the screening rooms. #3 was dark, no one was home. He helped himself to the remainder of Micheal's popcorn and went on to door number 2.
"Oh, CRAP!"
Some severely decayed bodies were in the isles, remnants of the previous occupants. It looked like they had fallen back inside this room and been overrun.
Covering his mouth and trying vainly to hang on to the popcorn he had just eaten Redwave did a cursory survey of each of the bodies. At the bottom corner in the rear he found what must have been the last survivor. In his hands was a pickax, one of the tips broken off into the head of another nearby corpse. Grabbing it he quickly gets out of the room. On his way out he carves "Do not enter" into the door. He walks back to the main lobby, carrying his new found weapon. Upon his arrival he finds that Micheal has frenziedly put everything heavy that isn't nailed to the ceiling against the doors.
"Calm down man. I know you must be stressed, but like, take it down a peg? Okay? Lord knows I don't need any more crazy people as it is.
He turns to Lach.
"I suppose we could've met under better circumstances. Name's James McCullough, but my friends call me Redwave. Sorry 'bout the Zoms coming up the road, I think they came with me.
I'm apologise. I don't have the time to exchange pleasantries, but I need to find something deadly, and snack food isn't going to cut it right now."
Redwave began to look through the screening rooms. #3 was dark, no one was home. He helped himself to the remainder of Micheal's popcorn and went on to door number 2.
"Oh, CRAP!"
Some severely decayed bodies were in the isles, remnants of the previous occupants. It looked like they had fallen back inside this room and been overrun.
Covering his mouth and trying vainly to hang on to the popcorn he had just eaten Redwave did a cursory survey of each of the bodies. At the bottom corner in the rear he found what must have been the last survivor. In his hands was a pickax, one of the tips broken off into the head of another nearby corpse. Grabbing it he quickly gets out of the room. On his way out he carves "Do not enter" into the door. He walks back to the main lobby, carrying his new found weapon. Upon his arrival he finds that Micheal has frenziedly put everything heavy that isn't nailed to the ceiling against the doors.
"Calm down man. I know you must be stressed, but like, take it down a peg? Okay? Lord knows I don't need any more crazy people as it is.
