Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 21, 2007 16:05:08 GMT -5
Priz looks through a crack in the barricades, where he sees a very decayed eye looking back at him.
"Well, this seems to be a fine mess. They know we're in here now, and we can't shoot them without bringing more. Sooner or later they're bound to get through that pile of junk." Priz looks around for a moment, as if assessing his new situation, then dissapears up the stairs.
A few minutes later, he returns with his bag in hand. Stopping at the top of the cinema's spiraling iron staircase, he takes a very thick rope from his bag and ties it to a nearby seat. Then, taking out a hacksaw and small sledge hammer, he goes to the bottom of the stairs and begins demolishing them.
"I'm all for "working together" and that sort of thing, but I'd like to be sure I have a place I can fall back to incase things go bad." He explains, smashing apart the stairs. "This way, I don't have to worry about waking up dead, due to you or the zombies."
Finishing with the stairs, he walks over to the elevator, and pries open the doors with a crowbar, which has also been taken from his obviously very heavy bag. He looks around for a moment, then swings his crowbar into the control panel.
Walking back into the cafeteria, he grabs a few cans of soda and some bags of candy, and stuffs them into his pockets. Throwing the bag up onto the difficult to reach second floor, he grabs the rope he secured earlier, and giving it a tug first, climbs up it. After putting away his things, he comes back down.
"Now that's a little better. That rope comes up at the first sign of trouble, and when I go to bed." He says matter of factly, and to noone in particular. "So, what exactly am I supposed to be doing to "work together" now?"
"Well, this seems to be a fine mess. They know we're in here now, and we can't shoot them without bringing more. Sooner or later they're bound to get through that pile of junk." Priz looks around for a moment, as if assessing his new situation, then dissapears up the stairs.
A few minutes later, he returns with his bag in hand. Stopping at the top of the cinema's spiraling iron staircase, he takes a very thick rope from his bag and ties it to a nearby seat. Then, taking out a hacksaw and small sledge hammer, he goes to the bottom of the stairs and begins demolishing them.
"I'm all for "working together" and that sort of thing, but I'd like to be sure I have a place I can fall back to incase things go bad." He explains, smashing apart the stairs. "This way, I don't have to worry about waking up dead, due to you or the zombies."
Finishing with the stairs, he walks over to the elevator, and pries open the doors with a crowbar, which has also been taken from his obviously very heavy bag. He looks around for a moment, then swings his crowbar into the control panel.
Walking back into the cafeteria, he grabs a few cans of soda and some bags of candy, and stuffs them into his pockets. Throwing the bag up onto the difficult to reach second floor, he grabs the rope he secured earlier, and giving it a tug first, climbs up it. After putting away his things, he comes back down.
"Now that's a little better. That rope comes up at the first sign of trouble, and when I go to bed." He says matter of factly, and to noone in particular. "So, what exactly am I supposed to be doing to "work together" now?"
