Post by 23skidoo on May 12, 2007 9:30:05 GMT -5
Jojomofo had been on the road for over a week now with no sleep, little water and a constant state of fear for company. He can barely think about his previous life, dealing in anything other than the present could be fatal in this town.
It was the fire that alerted him, he could not go on much further without food and flames could only mean humans...or what might be left of them. Where there was people there might be food, he had to risk it.
Keeping to the shadows, as he moved closer to the building he felt himself moving further away from reality.
Were those zombies with torches?
Was that a dominatrix with her brains hanging out?
Crocodiles!?!
Jojo was having second thoughts about approaching but hunger and desperation were his masters now.
He was about to shout out to the guy on the roof trying to put out the flames but realised this might draw the wrong kind of attention. Plus, maybe these people were more dangerous than the dead.
As he edged closer still he tripped and fell, bruising his exposed knees. Cursing at his stupidity he felt around to see what had caused the fall. As his hand gripped upon a long and gnarled item he reflexivly pulled away.
'What the fuck is that that' thought Jojo, 'it looks like a barbequed.... crocodile tail...?' His repulsion turned to ravenous desire, the charcoal tail nothing more than a blur in its journey from hand to mouth. All sense of his surroundings disappeared as the need to feed over-rode the fight or flight programe he had been running for as long as he could remember.
When little more than a stump remained, Jojo's mind slowly came back to the bigger picture and the question that remained. Did he approach this potential madhouse or did he move on and try his luck elsewhere.
Unsure of everything he decides to crawl into a small bolt hole at the base of the factory wall he is hiding beside. It's tight and damp but he's been in worse places. 'Maybe I should keep an eye on these folks for a while before I make myself known' thinks Jojo.
It was the fire that alerted him, he could not go on much further without food and flames could only mean humans...or what might be left of them. Where there was people there might be food, he had to risk it.
Keeping to the shadows, as he moved closer to the building he felt himself moving further away from reality.
Were those zombies with torches?
Was that a dominatrix with her brains hanging out?
Crocodiles!?!
Jojo was having second thoughts about approaching but hunger and desperation were his masters now.
He was about to shout out to the guy on the roof trying to put out the flames but realised this might draw the wrong kind of attention. Plus, maybe these people were more dangerous than the dead.
As he edged closer still he tripped and fell, bruising his exposed knees. Cursing at his stupidity he felt around to see what had caused the fall. As his hand gripped upon a long and gnarled item he reflexivly pulled away.
'What the fuck is that that' thought Jojo, 'it looks like a barbequed.... crocodile tail...?' His repulsion turned to ravenous desire, the charcoal tail nothing more than a blur in its journey from hand to mouth. All sense of his surroundings disappeared as the need to feed over-rode the fight or flight programe he had been running for as long as he could remember.
When little more than a stump remained, Jojo's mind slowly came back to the bigger picture and the question that remained. Did he approach this potential madhouse or did he move on and try his luck elsewhere.
Unsure of everything he decides to crawl into a small bolt hole at the base of the factory wall he is hiding beside. It's tight and damp but he's been in worse places. 'Maybe I should keep an eye on these folks for a while before I make myself known' thinks Jojo.