Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 14, 2007 12:45:32 GMT -5
Ivan had been lucky to make it all the way to the Elbow Room in one piece. A sizable horde had been passing through the area, but luckily hadn't noticed him. He had found a crowbar laying in the streets, next to a splatter of blood, about half way through the trip, and he now gripped it tightly in both hands as he approached the large iron gate of the pub.
NO GROUND FLOOR ENTRY
CELLARS OR LADDER ONLY
UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
-mgmt
Ivan scowled. It seems the owner had locked the front gate after the building had fallen, leaving his only possible entrances below, or on top, of the bar. Ivan never was much for climbing, so he chose to look for a cellar.
Behind the bar was an old storm door, leading into a cellar below the bar. They usually had entrances inside AND outside, meaning this was his best bet. The lock had already been broken, so Ivan swung the heavy door open, and took his first step on the dusty stone stairs. Being careful to close the door quietly behind him, Ivan descended into the old cellar of the Elbow Room.
The room was filled with bottles of various alcoholic beverages, most now empty and littering the floor, as if somebody had been living down here and drinking the bars supply. Ivan pulled out his flashlight and searched the area more thoroughly. It seems he was alone, good. Upon further examination of the rooms interior, Ivan located a small hatch near a step ladder, located on the ceiling just behind an emptied wrack of wine. Ivan climbed on top of the step ladder and quietly pushed the hatch open, lifting himself on to the floor above. The air was instantly filled with the quiet groans of zombies, and Ivan dropped himself back down into the cellar, closing the hatch behind him.
"Shit."
NO GROUND FLOOR ENTRY
CELLARS OR LADDER ONLY
UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
-mgmt
Ivan scowled. It seems the owner had locked the front gate after the building had fallen, leaving his only possible entrances below, or on top, of the bar. Ivan never was much for climbing, so he chose to look for a cellar.
Behind the bar was an old storm door, leading into a cellar below the bar. They usually had entrances inside AND outside, meaning this was his best bet. The lock had already been broken, so Ivan swung the heavy door open, and took his first step on the dusty stone stairs. Being careful to close the door quietly behind him, Ivan descended into the old cellar of the Elbow Room.
The room was filled with bottles of various alcoholic beverages, most now empty and littering the floor, as if somebody had been living down here and drinking the bars supply. Ivan pulled out his flashlight and searched the area more thoroughly. It seems he was alone, good. Upon further examination of the rooms interior, Ivan located a small hatch near a step ladder, located on the ceiling just behind an emptied wrack of wine. Ivan climbed on top of the step ladder and quietly pushed the hatch open, lifting himself on to the floor above. The air was instantly filled with the quiet groans of zombies, and Ivan dropped himself back down into the cellar, closing the hatch behind him.
"Shit."