Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 22, 2007 17:36:56 GMT -5
From the cinema, Priz sees the multi-colored balls of light fly up in the air, and seconds later, the sound of the fireworks reaches him. Pulling back the slide on his handgun, he jumps on the ladder and rides it down to the ground.
Peeking around the corner, he spies 3 zeds that have only just become aware of the light show a few blocks away. Timing his shots with the noises of the fireworks, he picks off two of the zombies before they spot him. he pulls his crowbar from his bag, and charging towards the third, smashes it's skull. Stopping momentarily to make sure it's dead, he runs over to the car.
It looks to have once been a 2000s Toyota, a Corolla or something similar. The windows are still amazingly intact, although the car looks to have hit something relatively solid before sliding to a stop almost perpendicular to the cinema's doors. The hood is missing, and it appears as though someone has torn apart most of the engine. Luckily, the wheels are still intact, if very flat.
Well, this is easy Priz thinks to himself, and moves around to the back of the junked car. Placing his hands on the trunk, directly above where someone has spraypainted "Hiroshima's Revenge", he gives the car a firm shove. It only moves slightly. Parking brake maybe? Priz moves around to the front window, and with a swift movement, smashes it in. The smell of something very, very rotten greets him, and nearly knocks him off his feet.
Instinctivly, he raises the crowbar, but whoever was in the car looks to have been dead for a long time. All that remains is a pile of skin and bones dressed in a very nice suit. Hoding his breath, Priz feels around for the brake release. Under the seat, he touches something cold and metallic, and pulling it out, discovers a huge, shiny revolver, ala Dirty Harry.
"Well," Priz says, flicking it open and noting with satisfaction that it still holds 5 unfired rounds, "I think this just brightened my day a bit." Closing the cylinder, he finds and releases the brake, and with some effort, pushes the car in front of the cinema doors. Looking around, he sees that the fireworks are still being launched, and he decides to check around the car for anything else of use. Prying open the glovebox, he finds a box of extra shells and some matches, along with the trunk release, which he pulls.
Walking to the back of the car, he reaches to open the trunk. Suddenly, it flies open, knocking him off his feet, and he finds himself face to face with a very unhappy looking zombie. She appears to have once been about 14 years old, and is suprisingly fresh looking compared to the man in the car. Before Priz can question what she was doing in the trunk, she lets out a shriek and takes a large and painful bite out of his arm.
"Fuck!" Priz brings his new toy up, and losing his typically calm demeanor, fires three noisy .44 rounds into her head. Bleeding profusely from his arm wound, he quickly forgets about the contents of the car and runs back to the fireescape. With a little trouble, he manages to climb back up, and stumbles into the balcony of the theater.
Before passing out, he manages to gasp "Ouch.."
Peeking around the corner, he spies 3 zeds that have only just become aware of the light show a few blocks away. Timing his shots with the noises of the fireworks, he picks off two of the zombies before they spot him. he pulls his crowbar from his bag, and charging towards the third, smashes it's skull. Stopping momentarily to make sure it's dead, he runs over to the car.
It looks to have once been a 2000s Toyota, a Corolla or something similar. The windows are still amazingly intact, although the car looks to have hit something relatively solid before sliding to a stop almost perpendicular to the cinema's doors. The hood is missing, and it appears as though someone has torn apart most of the engine. Luckily, the wheels are still intact, if very flat.
Well, this is easy Priz thinks to himself, and moves around to the back of the junked car. Placing his hands on the trunk, directly above where someone has spraypainted "Hiroshima's Revenge", he gives the car a firm shove. It only moves slightly. Parking brake maybe? Priz moves around to the front window, and with a swift movement, smashes it in. The smell of something very, very rotten greets him, and nearly knocks him off his feet.
Instinctivly, he raises the crowbar, but whoever was in the car looks to have been dead for a long time. All that remains is a pile of skin and bones dressed in a very nice suit. Hoding his breath, Priz feels around for the brake release. Under the seat, he touches something cold and metallic, and pulling it out, discovers a huge, shiny revolver, ala Dirty Harry.
"Well," Priz says, flicking it open and noting with satisfaction that it still holds 5 unfired rounds, "I think this just brightened my day a bit." Closing the cylinder, he finds and releases the brake, and with some effort, pushes the car in front of the cinema doors. Looking around, he sees that the fireworks are still being launched, and he decides to check around the car for anything else of use. Prying open the glovebox, he finds a box of extra shells and some matches, along with the trunk release, which he pulls.
Walking to the back of the car, he reaches to open the trunk. Suddenly, it flies open, knocking him off his feet, and he finds himself face to face with a very unhappy looking zombie. She appears to have once been about 14 years old, and is suprisingly fresh looking compared to the man in the car. Before Priz can question what she was doing in the trunk, she lets out a shriek and takes a large and painful bite out of his arm.
"Fuck!" Priz brings his new toy up, and losing his typically calm demeanor, fires three noisy .44 rounds into her head. Bleeding profusely from his arm wound, he quickly forgets about the contents of the car and runs back to the fireescape. With a little trouble, he manages to climb back up, and stumbles into the balcony of the theater.
Before passing out, he manages to gasp "Ouch.."
