Post by Noah on Mar 25, 2011 23:23:32 GMT -5
The chainlink fence rattles as Noah pulls himself over the top. He lands with a loud thud on the other side. The zeds had followed him this far and it wasn't likely that fence would hold them long. He looked around for something, anything that looked familiar. He could only remember two things. First was passing out in the old Elbow Room and second was waking up again in a crater somewhere near the border walls. What the fuck had happened he wasn't quite sure but he only knew that they hadn't improved much. He'd lost all his weapons, not to mention a great majority of his clothes. Running from zombies isn't nearly as exciting when its in your boxers.
Noah saw to his left a fire escape. Luckily it had already been pulled down by someone so he didn't even have to mess with trying to climb up to it. The chain link was groaning as loudly as the zeds as it reached its breaking point. Noah climbed up the excape to the top of the building, pulling the ladder up behind him. From this height he could get his bearings. Suddenly he realized exactly where he was. The broken skylight, the metal fuck-up that littered the buildings inners, the vomit stain. This was where Sarpek had built his insane nuclear generator and gone super zombie. From here the Elbow Room should be...
The place looked like it aslways had, an absolute shithole. Maybe there were a few, take that back, a LOT more holes in the place but it had never really been all that intact. Noah snuck onto the roof, just like old times, and slipped into his old store room. The firearms had been looted, probably Sarpek, but his clothes and back-up survival pack were still there. He reached into the pack and pulled out his emergency rifle. It broke down into two components, the butt and the barrel. The barrel itself was sepereated into two, each with its own caliber. One held a .22 rimfire cartridge and one held .410 shotgun shell. He assembled it, slding the locking pin into its slot just beneath the breach. Opening the groove on the butt, he pulled out two cartridges, one for each barrel. He hooked on the shoulder strap and was ready for action. He rummaged about for some clothes, putting on a tactic vest, black long sleeved shirt, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. Tossing the pack over his right shoulder and the rifle over his left, he walked down the stairs.
"I'm back," he said, "Now what the fuck's going on?"
Noah saw to his left a fire escape. Luckily it had already been pulled down by someone so he didn't even have to mess with trying to climb up to it. The chain link was groaning as loudly as the zeds as it reached its breaking point. Noah climbed up the excape to the top of the building, pulling the ladder up behind him. From this height he could get his bearings. Suddenly he realized exactly where he was. The broken skylight, the metal fuck-up that littered the buildings inners, the vomit stain. This was where Sarpek had built his insane nuclear generator and gone super zombie. From here the Elbow Room should be...
The place looked like it aslways had, an absolute shithole. Maybe there were a few, take that back, a LOT more holes in the place but it had never really been all that intact. Noah snuck onto the roof, just like old times, and slipped into his old store room. The firearms had been looted, probably Sarpek, but his clothes and back-up survival pack were still there. He reached into the pack and pulled out his emergency rifle. It broke down into two components, the butt and the barrel. The barrel itself was sepereated into two, each with its own caliber. One held a .22 rimfire cartridge and one held .410 shotgun shell. He assembled it, slding the locking pin into its slot just beneath the breach. Opening the groove on the butt, he pulled out two cartridges, one for each barrel. He hooked on the shoulder strap and was ready for action. He rummaged about for some clothes, putting on a tactic vest, black long sleeved shirt, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. Tossing the pack over his right shoulder and the rifle over his left, he walked down the stairs.
"I'm back," he said, "Now what the fuck's going on?"