Post by albub on Oct 3, 2008 14:38:15 GMT -5
Daniel runs to the roof, inserting a pair of earplugs as he runs underneath the massive cannon. He leaps on to the roof of an adjacent building, looking around for the easiest way to get to the next building, and continuing thus for a great deal of time. Occasionally he pauses to drink from a bottle of red powerade. After a while he is forced to street level, and assumes a brisk trot, pausing to shoot a zombie every few minutes. Eventually he reaches the Coker residence, and the door is indeed open. He produces a trench spike from one of his many pockets and enters the house. He searches every room thoroughly, and besides a few zombies, none of whom being Alex, and a bathtub full of blood smears, the house is empty. He follows the trail of blood from the bathroom up a flight of stairs and to a smashed window. On the ground below there are many shards of glass, some more blood, and some shreds of clothing, as well as a trail of crushed glass and blood leading to another house nearby. He drops to the ground and follows the trail, which leads to a set of smears underneath a smashed window. Daniel yells into it.
"Hey, anybody home? Looks like you're hurt, you want some help?"
The response is a groan, not a zombie groan, but that of a man in pain. Daniel, taking reat care to keep his clothing from getting bloody, pulls himself through the window. He promptly kicks away Alex's gun, grabs his wrists and wrenches them behind him, pressing Alex against the ground, hard.
"Tried to kill yourself, huh? Looks to me like you cut from the wrong side, then bitched out halfway through. You think those cuts are deep enough? The body is a little better designed than that. Solid plan, sitting in the bathtub... keeps you bleeding a little longer. You're in pretty good shape though. Your blood pressure isn't high enough to do you in man. Next time, put in a little extra effort and find some rope. Or man up and use a gun. Not that there's going to be a next time. I've got you now, and there is no way I'm letting you out of my sight a second time. Why'd you leave man? Why'd you walk out on me like that? I came to this godforsaken city when I heard shit hit the fan to find you and keep you safe, don't make that in vain."
"Or you'll what? Kill me?"
"Hell no. I'll kill Leslie though. Shouldn't be too much of a problem, once I get out of here. Tracking you down in the city wasn't too much of a strugglle. Once I have the internet and maybe a phonebook on my side getting to her will be easy."
"Go to hell. If you lay a single finger on her... I'll come after you man, and that's a goddamn promise."
"Oh I have to do it now. Especially if it means you'll follow me out of the city."
"You have a way out? How?"
"Something like 90% of the zombie population is on the east side of the city, and I found out that the minefields by New Arkham are almost gone. It's risky, but with two of us, taking out any military who find us shouldn't be a problem. We could cross the quarantine zone and get out of here man, come with me."
"Oh, yeah, let's just take out any military we find. Easy. Man, that's crazy. It's been years, I'm rusty. I almost died fighting a necrotech mercenary. It's not worth the risk."
"It can't have been that many years... I'm four years older than you are and I'm not even thirty yet. C'mon man, how long has it been since you saw Leslie last? Months? A year? Do it."
Alex finally concedes. Daniel and he trek across the city, stopping only once to grab fresh clothes for the both of them. When they finally escape Malton they are able to sell their clothing, weapons and equipment for thousands of dollars. They successfully fake their deaths in a boating accident, and using fake passports are able to return home.
"Hey, anybody home? Looks like you're hurt, you want some help?"
The response is a groan, not a zombie groan, but that of a man in pain. Daniel, taking reat care to keep his clothing from getting bloody, pulls himself through the window. He promptly kicks away Alex's gun, grabs his wrists and wrenches them behind him, pressing Alex against the ground, hard.
"Tried to kill yourself, huh? Looks to me like you cut from the wrong side, then bitched out halfway through. You think those cuts are deep enough? The body is a little better designed than that. Solid plan, sitting in the bathtub... keeps you bleeding a little longer. You're in pretty good shape though. Your blood pressure isn't high enough to do you in man. Next time, put in a little extra effort and find some rope. Or man up and use a gun. Not that there's going to be a next time. I've got you now, and there is no way I'm letting you out of my sight a second time. Why'd you leave man? Why'd you walk out on me like that? I came to this godforsaken city when I heard shit hit the fan to find you and keep you safe, don't make that in vain."
"Or you'll what? Kill me?"
"Hell no. I'll kill Leslie though. Shouldn't be too much of a problem, once I get out of here. Tracking you down in the city wasn't too much of a strugglle. Once I have the internet and maybe a phonebook on my side getting to her will be easy."
"Go to hell. If you lay a single finger on her... I'll come after you man, and that's a goddamn promise."
"Oh I have to do it now. Especially if it means you'll follow me out of the city."
"You have a way out? How?"
"Something like 90% of the zombie population is on the east side of the city, and I found out that the minefields by New Arkham are almost gone. It's risky, but with two of us, taking out any military who find us shouldn't be a problem. We could cross the quarantine zone and get out of here man, come with me."
"Oh, yeah, let's just take out any military we find. Easy. Man, that's crazy. It's been years, I'm rusty. I almost died fighting a necrotech mercenary. It's not worth the risk."
"It can't have been that many years... I'm four years older than you are and I'm not even thirty yet. C'mon man, how long has it been since you saw Leslie last? Months? A year? Do it."
Alex finally concedes. Daniel and he trek across the city, stopping only once to grab fresh clothes for the both of them. When they finally escape Malton they are able to sell their clothing, weapons and equipment for thousands of dollars. They successfully fake their deaths in a boating accident, and using fake passports are able to return home.