Post by albub on Aug 13, 2008 0:23:45 GMT -5
((not a problem brother... This thread needed a revival.))
Whether it was old gyprock dust, malnutrition, or straight exhaustion, most of the inhabitants of Beacham Cinema had fallen into a coma of sorts. Though he tried, Alex had been unable to wake them.
He had gone on a short jaunt overnight to a nearby club for more alcohol, but besides that he had passed the time making sure the comatose tenants of the Cinema were safe.
At one point he thought he had seen glare off of the glass windows on a nearby apartment building, but they were all broken when he went to check.
In his further exploration of the building Alex had found - to his horror - a charred corpse bearing the patch of the Aardwolf Rangers. The Rangers were a loose organization of scientists and warriors who mostly flew solo, but could rely on one another for help if anything came up. Some of his best friends were Aardwolf Rangers and he wished he could identify his fallen friend.
On two occasions zombies had tried to claw at the barricades, but they had lost interest and moved on. many zombies had diffused out of the area, but the concentration was still enough to pose significant threat, especially because he had been unable to lift any of the 'sleepers' up to the second floor.
"I'd trade my pistol for a goddamn gatorade right now... god I hate hangovers." Alex drank constantly to keep boredom at bay, and mornings were constantly an exercise in pain tolerance.
"I just wish something would happen around here... a fucking break in, or maybe a friend. I can't keep caring for these people by myself."
Whether it was old gyprock dust, malnutrition, or straight exhaustion, most of the inhabitants of Beacham Cinema had fallen into a coma of sorts. Though he tried, Alex had been unable to wake them.
He had gone on a short jaunt overnight to a nearby club for more alcohol, but besides that he had passed the time making sure the comatose tenants of the Cinema were safe.
At one point he thought he had seen glare off of the glass windows on a nearby apartment building, but they were all broken when he went to check.
In his further exploration of the building Alex had found - to his horror - a charred corpse bearing the patch of the Aardwolf Rangers. The Rangers were a loose organization of scientists and warriors who mostly flew solo, but could rely on one another for help if anything came up. Some of his best friends were Aardwolf Rangers and he wished he could identify his fallen friend.
On two occasions zombies had tried to claw at the barricades, but they had lost interest and moved on. many zombies had diffused out of the area, but the concentration was still enough to pose significant threat, especially because he had been unable to lift any of the 'sleepers' up to the second floor.
"I'd trade my pistol for a goddamn gatorade right now... god I hate hangovers." Alex drank constantly to keep boredom at bay, and mornings were constantly an exercise in pain tolerance.
"I just wish something would happen around here... a fucking break in, or maybe a friend. I can't keep caring for these people by myself."