Post by albub on Aug 17, 2008 11:33:47 GMT -5
((I think this thread's effectively done... I'll see if I can't bring closure to the story with my last post, though it'd be nice if Father Romero would make the last post.))
Alex set about the cinema looking for any valuable supplies. The barricades had been ripped apart in the explosion and the vending machine had spewed its few remaining contents across the floor once again. He grabbed a few bottles of water and poured them into his canteen. He figured they were clean so he saved one of his precious few chlorine tablets. He threw several snickers bars into his backpack, as well as a bag of nibs, but skipped over the rest of the junk food.
"I don't know what the hell he was talking about, 'People have a strange way of not dying,' but at least the Asian's death will help me survive. As for the coma brigade, let's hope the zombies mistake them for corpses. I sure would. Alex you crazy motherfucker, stop talking to yourself."
He had to get out of the building before every zombie for miles around showed up... The boom had been significant, and would definitely garner some unwanted attention. He grabbed pieces of Magatsu's body and stuffed them into several empty drink bottles. He'd have time to boil them later. He wished he had time to jerky some bits too, but the zombies were coming and he was in a rush.
After packing his scotch glass in silk cloth and bubble wrap, and ensuring he had all of his effects he headed for the stairway. There was new rubble, and the collapsed roof really complicated the route, but he had a rough idea of where to go.
Many of the showing room doors had been broken or blown open in the blast, but Alex paid little notice to this as he hurried down the hallway.
"Graaagh!"
"Jesus left-handed christ!"
A zombie burst through one of the busted doors, nearly grabbing hold of Alex, and cutting off his route. He drew his pistol and started to back away, trying to calm down and shoot for the head. His dum-dums would destroy the all of the brain if he could make a decent shot, which is why he preferred them over the military FMJ rounds that were most commonly found in Malton.
He tripped over a piece of rubble, and landed on his back, disoriented. The zombie lurched forward towards him, and rather than take his time he panicked, firing wildly at it. Three of the shots did little more than put big holes in the zombie's chest. Two of them missed altogether. One hit the zombie in the neck and snapped it's spine, making it collapse on the floor inches from his feet, which he promtly drew in underneath him.
"Fucking cement fucking tripping me. Fucking c4 blowing up the fucking building. Fucking zombie wasting my fucking bullets. God fucking damnit all. Fuck."
He had only 6 more bullets, and only 3 of them were dum-dums, and he silently berated himself for panicking.
He rose, and spat on the zombie before stepping over it's still growling head. Then, he turned. He went back to the piece of concrete he had tripped on and picked it up over his head. He threw it down on the zombie's skull, crushing it and squishing grey matter out from underneath the concrete.
He continued on to the roof and scanned around, looking for somewhere to go. Evening was falling, and he had the whole city of Malton to explore. But first, he had to find somewhere to boil his bottled Magatsu, and then he could focus on revenge.
Alex set about the cinema looking for any valuable supplies. The barricades had been ripped apart in the explosion and the vending machine had spewed its few remaining contents across the floor once again. He grabbed a few bottles of water and poured them into his canteen. He figured they were clean so he saved one of his precious few chlorine tablets. He threw several snickers bars into his backpack, as well as a bag of nibs, but skipped over the rest of the junk food.
"I don't know what the hell he was talking about, 'People have a strange way of not dying,' but at least the Asian's death will help me survive. As for the coma brigade, let's hope the zombies mistake them for corpses. I sure would. Alex you crazy motherfucker, stop talking to yourself."
He had to get out of the building before every zombie for miles around showed up... The boom had been significant, and would definitely garner some unwanted attention. He grabbed pieces of Magatsu's body and stuffed them into several empty drink bottles. He'd have time to boil them later. He wished he had time to jerky some bits too, but the zombies were coming and he was in a rush.
After packing his scotch glass in silk cloth and bubble wrap, and ensuring he had all of his effects he headed for the stairway. There was new rubble, and the collapsed roof really complicated the route, but he had a rough idea of where to go.
Many of the showing room doors had been broken or blown open in the blast, but Alex paid little notice to this as he hurried down the hallway.
"Graaagh!"
"Jesus left-handed christ!"
A zombie burst through one of the busted doors, nearly grabbing hold of Alex, and cutting off his route. He drew his pistol and started to back away, trying to calm down and shoot for the head. His dum-dums would destroy the all of the brain if he could make a decent shot, which is why he preferred them over the military FMJ rounds that were most commonly found in Malton.
He tripped over a piece of rubble, and landed on his back, disoriented. The zombie lurched forward towards him, and rather than take his time he panicked, firing wildly at it. Three of the shots did little more than put big holes in the zombie's chest. Two of them missed altogether. One hit the zombie in the neck and snapped it's spine, making it collapse on the floor inches from his feet, which he promtly drew in underneath him.
"Fucking cement fucking tripping me. Fucking c4 blowing up the fucking building. Fucking zombie wasting my fucking bullets. God fucking damnit all. Fuck."
He had only 6 more bullets, and only 3 of them were dum-dums, and he silently berated himself for panicking.
He rose, and spat on the zombie before stepping over it's still growling head. Then, he turned. He went back to the piece of concrete he had tripped on and picked it up over his head. He threw it down on the zombie's skull, crushing it and squishing grey matter out from underneath the concrete.
He continued on to the roof and scanned around, looking for somewhere to go. Evening was falling, and he had the whole city of Malton to explore. But first, he had to find somewhere to boil his bottled Magatsu, and then he could focus on revenge.