Post by albub on May 8, 2008 17:17:43 GMT -5
As he crept through the darkened halls of the cinema, he found evidence of serious human habitation, including a beat up generator. It was pretty deep inside, and he wondered how a rocket could have caused that much damage unless whoever fired it came in for a third shot. There weren't any burn marks though, so even that theory was basically out of the question.
The sound of shuffling feet caught his attention, as well as a can clattering across the floor, and something slumping to the floor. Some zombie had likely tripped on an old drink can and fallen onto a shelf in the concession area. Rising slowly, and checking the load on his handgun, Alex began to head toward the source.
His plan was to deal with the zombie and then throw up a makeshift barricade. He had forgotten to even throw some chairs across the doorway to make noise in his haste, and since most of the stuff in the lobby was too heavy or too small to be effective, that was likely all he'd be able to do.
He resolved to change his plan when - to his surprise - the zombie turned out to be an emaciated man shuffling weakly down the corridor with a sword drawn. Since Alex had a gun, and was definitely in better shape to be running around, he figured he could be friendly right away, and run or shoot if the man was hostile.
He now regretted not wearing his linens, but he supposed he would almost seem pretentious wearing them compared to the man's tattered clothes.
"Hey, friend. You're in awful rough shape, looks like you're hella hungry. I've got some jerky in my pack, and some scotch if you can find a glass. I guess there are paper cups everywhere, but they could be dirty... Your call. My name's Alex, and I'm new here."
He hoped the man was friendly.
The sound of shuffling feet caught his attention, as well as a can clattering across the floor, and something slumping to the floor. Some zombie had likely tripped on an old drink can and fallen onto a shelf in the concession area. Rising slowly, and checking the load on his handgun, Alex began to head toward the source.
His plan was to deal with the zombie and then throw up a makeshift barricade. He had forgotten to even throw some chairs across the doorway to make noise in his haste, and since most of the stuff in the lobby was too heavy or too small to be effective, that was likely all he'd be able to do.
He resolved to change his plan when - to his surprise - the zombie turned out to be an emaciated man shuffling weakly down the corridor with a sword drawn. Since Alex had a gun, and was definitely in better shape to be running around, he figured he could be friendly right away, and run or shoot if the man was hostile.
He now regretted not wearing his linens, but he supposed he would almost seem pretentious wearing them compared to the man's tattered clothes.
"Hey, friend. You're in awful rough shape, looks like you're hella hungry. I've got some jerky in my pack, and some scotch if you can find a glass. I guess there are paper cups everywhere, but they could be dirty... Your call. My name's Alex, and I'm new here."
He hoped the man was friendly.