(S1Ep2)
I run to the store as fast as I can. I need to get eyes on the street now and I can't get a good look from the ground, I need higher ground. I storm inside, not even checking for walkers. Might as well get myself killed being this reckless, ya know what they say 'curiosity killed the cat'.
My legs burn with each step as I climb to the roof. Finally, I'm here. I walk to the edge in search of something, someone. There's nothing on the side of the street where I was, like I suspected. I go to the other side. Holy Hell! The walkers are surrounding an abandoned tank, canned dinner as it seems. I pity whomever is stuck in there. They're probably going to die of starvation or, if dumb enough, get eaten trying to run.
"Wait a minute... OH SHIT!" Whoever was inside popped out and started shooting at the dead making his way through. I can't see much from up here and the height is making me dizzy but I keep on watching. He runs through the streets, corpses falling to the ground after being hit with the final blow.
Suddenly the person seems to bump into another one. Oh, so there's two now. They run into an alley and I loose sight of them. I hear more gunshots and then it's all back to silence except for the annoying sounds from the dead.
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I start pacing, trying to figure out what to do next. I haven't encounter people in at least a month not since.. Anyway should I go after them and wing my luck, hoping they won't kill me on the spot or follow from afar until I know it's safe? Perhaps I should just ignore this ever happened and do what I came here for. Damn it.
I make my way down to the main floor of the store. It seems pretty much untouched by what happened in the city when you compare it to how the streets are. Good for me, it means bigger opportunities at finding some good shit.
I empty my bag on the floor. Time to do some inventory. The few knives I've got are definitely staying, some clothes I could get rid off, I don't really need too many, and I'm running low on food. Guess I've got work to do.
I'm folding the clothes I need when I hear gunshots once again. "Son of a-" I run back to the roof, legs burning from the excessive exercise. Once there I see the siluet of a man with some big gun, rifle or something, he's shooting at the bunch of corpses on the street. More people appear out of the blue, at least five more. There seems to be a lot of commotion between these folks. Because of the distance I can't hear shit but it's definitely a hell hole cause two of the men -the one shooting included- get into a fight.
Deciding I've seen enough I walk back down. This people seem like trouble, although the other folks could be just worried about the wind carrying the sound of the gunshots. If that were the case then I'll give them the right, thanks to the idiot shooting, the doors of the building they were at are now surrounded by the dead. Still, it seems like an unbalanced group. I'm better off on my own.
I finish packing. I got a new bag, bigger, 'cause the one I had was totally wasted. I ended up with knives that are actually meant to be for this messed up world instead of kitchen ones, I even found a gun but it's probably going to end up unused. I got my hoodie and two long sleeved shirts - winter was far away anyhow-- a sport bra, which I was now using, and some underwear, and like 3 tank tops. I got combat boots 'cause in pure honesty these are the only shoes I could possibly need and I like them, some socks and another pair of pants just in case and shorts. I also got some water bottles, crackers, cookies and other food that takes a while for it to go bad.
I strap my bag into my back ready to head out. Before I go I take another round around the store just to be sure I didn't left any rock unturned. I found some rope for some weird reason so I take it for precaution, got myself a walkie-talkie too, it could come in handy - if I get it to work that is. Now I had to look for some batteries. That was easy, I saw some on the back. I grab some lighters and shit that I know will catch fire easily when I need to make a fire.
On one of the counters something catches my attention, jewelry. I know, I know, why the fuck would I need shit like this in the apocalypse? I don't. But I lost the piercings I use on my ears so.. It's not like anybody will miss these. I grab some newspapers laying on the floor and get out of the store.
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One store down, one more to go and then I'm out of here. I walk down the street, walkers dangerously close. Ironically enough the next store I'm checking is pretty damn close to the fucking tank where the idiot got trapped, therefore I'm pretty dang close to the building where those folks are.
I'm willing myself to not check it out, last thing I need is some asshole putting a bullet in my ass' cause they're scared.
I walk to one of the many alleys this shit hole of a place has so I can get inside the store without too many corpses on my tail.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of the dead bathed in blood and Guts. That's weird, they're messy but never to the point of being bathed.
A drop of water falls on my face. You've got to be kidding me. A corpse starts groaning from behind me. Oh hell. I grab one of the knives I just scavenged and plug it into the corpses head, it falling with a thud.
Suddenly the bathed freaks start attacking the dead, they make it a run for an abandoned construction with heavy machines. Well I'll be damned, this fuckers figured out the camouflage technique. If they're smart enough to figure that out and have the balls to put that shit on them they'll survive for quite a while. I grin to myself and walk into the building.
I walk to the rooftop, too tired to run another set of stairs in such a short amount of time. I need to know how the dead are dispersed in order to plan my way out of here once I'm done. I hear yelling from the building across the street, it distracting me from the task at hand.
Movement from below catches my eye. A small truck. It arrives to the side of the building where the group was. Then it leaves from one of the back alleys with a red fancy car behind it, the damn alarm of it ringing the godamn dinner bell alerting every walkers from a mile around maybe more.
I Humm in amusement, sons of bitches managed to get out. Pfff, lucky bastards. I'm about to leave but I hear yelling. Yelling coming from the godamn rooftop where this people were. They wouldn't leave.. Someone behind would they? That's pretty damn inhuman. Specially with all the walking corpses getting inside. Geez, it sounds like someone is going nuts in there.
I groan. Godamn it! This is gonna bite me in the ass later.
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I run downstairs and look for medicine supplies, cleaning supplies, anything with chemicals, a shit load of them. I look for something to pour them in and get ready for the party I'm about to start. I grab a speaker and several wires and connect them to the battery of a car. I pick a song and music starts playing.
Thing about stores is they can't really have some dangerous chemicals at some nobodys reach. Last thing they need is some kid playing with shit and the whole building exploding so, its pretty damn hard finding something that may cause an explosion in a godamn store. But worry not, I'm a smart little shit. I didn't went to college just to waste money. I managed just fine with what I found.
A bunch of the dead pile up against the glass doors of the store. I grin to myself. I walk towards the back exit and kill one of them and drag it back inside the store. I cut it open and dig my hands inside. I grab my special jacket and put it on. I grab as much gooey blood as I can with both hands and rub it against the jacket.
Outside on the street I put my plan in action. Time to lit this place up. I grab some of the small bombs I cooked up and other few tricks I got under my sleeve.
I place several of those clock things you have to measure time when you cook, on the floor of the building and outside, they're connected to do something real fun when the song ends. In 4 minutes to be exact. That's the time I've got to get inside the other building and save whoever is trapped there.
The music grows louder and louder as the song builds up. The rotting corpses of the dead heading for the building.
I lit up a flare to call these freaks attention and throw it inside the building. The day is coming to its end so it makes the flare shine brighter. Right on time, the dead on the main floor notice the light and walk towards it. I'm hiding from behind a dumpster close to the entry. When they're close to the flare the alarm of those clock things rings like crazy. The one I have in hand signals to get this over with. I throw it against the window, breaking both. The dead move inside in search of whatever is making so much noise.
I sneak into the building. It's a clothing store. No corpses notice my presence as I approach the stairs that go to the roof. I look through the small window of the door that leads to the roof, the stairs are full with those ugly suckers.
I kick the door open and kill the ones standing on my way fast. No time to waste and I only have around 5 minutes of ACDC glory to entertain the dead outside. I throw one of my small bombs to a part of the stairs that's crowded with the dead. It doesn't take much to react so the moment it touches the head of one of these fuckers it blows. At least 10 of these disgusting pieces of shit heads blow up. I keep on throwing more as I climb up. The ones that don't die by explosion I can handle.
The door to the roof is locked with a lock and chain holding it close. At least those folks gave the poor bastard trapped in here a chance so this things wouldn't get to him. I eye the lock carefully. I could get through with it but.. It would take time and honestly right now I'm too lazy to waste my time. I think I can get through the small gap though.
I throw my bag to the other side and push my way through. It hurts. My chest, head and butt are the harder parts to cross but I manage. I stand back on my feet and grab my bag. I can see the shape of a man on the floor. Tools are scattered everywhere and there's some blood.
I take my knife out, I'm not letting some crazy fuck kill me. If I go down, I'm going down my way: When I say so, the way I say so.
I walk carefully to the man, silent steps with slow movements. The man turns to me with a pale face. Holy-
"Shit. Mah savior! and on top, hehe, she's a sweet ass girl" The man laughs to himself.
The sun must have affect him, that and knowing he was going to die stuck in here with those things ready to eat him alive.
"How 'bout ya let me show ya how happy I am for yer service" He gives me a suggestive smile.
I frown and scrunch up my nose, "Yeah...'bout that, I think I rather your drunk ass than doing that shit. That's just nasty"
He gives me a weird look like he's trying to figure something out. "We met?"
I smirk, "I'm hurt you don't recognize me Dixon. After all, we go way back ya filthy redneck"
His face goes from confusion to revelation in a second. His eyes go wide as he looks me up and down.
"Well, I'll be damned".